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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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The Dark Passenger - Chapter Six.

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‘Baby, I’m so, so sorry but I have to cancel tonight. I feel terrible but something important came up, family stuff. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Let me take you out on Sunday for lunch and drinks. I’ll call you later. I’m so sorry. Miss you. X'

“Ahhh, shit.” Camille sighed, halfway through pulling curls through her hair with her straighteners. Cancelling with only an hour and half notice? It really left her feeling disappointed, but if it was family stuff then she guessed there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Figuring she’d finish her hair anyway so it was all nice for the following day, she completed the task, her reflection in the mirror one of sadness. She hated being let down, especially by a guy she liked as much as him.

Not only had she missed out on EZ, but she could also have been working, already missing out on the previous night’s earnings because of her period, waking up that morning to find it light enough to at least pop a diva cup in and be able to return safely without the fear of bleeding on either the stage, or someone’s lap.

Turning off her straighteners, she took off her bathrobe, getting into her comfy sweats and going to flop down in front of the TV, ordering herself some takeout from her favourite Chinese. Thinking on it more, she wondered if his reason of family stuff had something to do with when he had to go and locate his brother the previous Friday. Picking up her phone, she sent him a message back hoping that everything was okay.

It was. Because he was balls deep in Dina. He’d only stopped after remembering where he should have been in an hour and a half, a place he’d never had any intention of showing up to, no reservation at a restaurant made either.

The only place he intended to be was exactly where he was. Loudly, too.

“Blimey,” Bella exclaimed, shaking her head as she walked back over to Angel, Sally’s leash in her hand. “I just went to fetch this from the bottom of the stairs and I swear, the noises coming from your brother’s apartment. Bloody hell, and I thought I was loud.”

Her husband smirked, standing up. “You are loud, baby.”

Her eyes widened, bending to clip Sally's leash onto her collar, the dog beginning to spin with excitement. “Ohhh, I ain’t that loud, big sexy. Whatever the hell he’s doing to Dina, well, it sounds illegal.”

He began snorting with laughter, considering hollering up the stairs at him, give him a good razzing, until he thought better of it. “You know, I’d go give him shit for it usually, but now? Ahh, nah. It ain’t worth it.”

Taking Bella’s hand, they both left the clubhouse, heading towards the gate so Sally could get a little exercise. Goodness knows, her owner didn’t have her evening walk high on his priority list, and the dog had the tendency to begin chewing when she was bored. The clubhouse already had part of a couch torn to shreds as well as a few table legs gnawed upon, even with her abundance of toys.

“He’s still acting strangely, then?” she questioned as they hit the street, tightening the leash when someone on a skateboard wheeled past, Sally pulling and barking. She hated anything with tiny wheels.

Angel sighed, rubbing his brow. He was glad for having his wife home, so he could confide all of this in her face to face. Bella was his best friend too, after all. “I don’t think this is acting strangely, baby girl. I think this is just him now. He’s changed so much over the last year, probably longer, actually.”

She sighed, squeezing his hand. “None have you have been the same, not since Coco died.” She paused for a moment, her voice trembling a little bit. She’d been heartbroken over his death, her hilarious, often inappropriate, loud, yet pure hearted friend had died just five months after she and Angel had married. She’d been up in Anaheim with her band, recording their debut album when Angel had called to tell her the news, driving back that night in floods of tears. “But do you really think it’s permanent with EZ? He seemed his usual self earlier on, before taking Dina upstairs to bang a new hole into her.”

“Sometimes he ain’t so bad, but those moments, they’re few and far between now. You’ll see what I mean, now you’re home for a few months.”

Bella smiled thinly, leaning over to kiss his shoulder. “Something tells me I’m not going to enjoy the experience, of witnessing the altered EZ.”

He let go of her hand, wrapping his arm around her instead, laying a kiss atop her head. “You won’t, but at least your old man here is still awesome.”

“Yeah,” she agreed with a giggle. “No change there.” As it turned out, she got to see it as soon as they arrived back just over two hours later, Sally suitably exhausted from her long walk.

“Oh, there’s my fucking dog,” EZ bristled after striding over, snatching the leash from Bella’s hand, his face dark. “Tell me next time, or better yet, try asking.”

Fair tempered as she was, she didn’t rise to it. “Erm, you were kind of busy, EZ, and Sally was getting antsy. We thought you were doing you a favour in taking her out.”

“Well, you fucking weren’t! Don’t interfere!”

“Hey, fucking cool it with yelling at my wife, EZ!” Angel interjected with, standing between him and Bella. “I’m warning you, you don’t fucking lose your shit at her, you hear me?”

EZ glowered, lifting his chin. “Or you’ll do what?”

“Fucking knock you down, man,” he vouched, Bishop creeping around behind them, moving fast to grab Bella and get her out of the way when EZ lunged at his brother, Angel kicking him straight in the chest and sending him backwards. He recovered, swinging, landing a punch straight into his cheek.

“Oh my bloody god, stop it! Both of you!” Bella cried, Sally beginning to bark as Bishop grabbed her swinging leash and pulled her back, wrapping an arm around Bella and moving her away from the melee.

“Leave them, sweetheart. They need this, it’s been brewing,” he advised, although it brought him no feelings of ease to see what had been bubbling finally explode. It was only a matter of time before a fight endured between El Rey Oscuro and one of them. All bets were on it being Angel, who everyone knew was coming to the end of his tether with his younger brother’s antics. Acting aggressively towards his wife was the straw that had broken the camel’s back.

“For Christ’s sake,” she whispered, hiding her face behind her hand as Bishop led her outside, the brawl continuing. She’d been in their world for long enough to understand how things were, but it didn’t mean she had to like it, when any of them came to physical blows, least of all her husband and brother-in-law.

Bishop had been quick enough to take the bottle of Makers Mark he’d been enjoying out there with him, mainly to prevent it from getting smashed, telling her he’d be back in a few minutes, jogging over to the office and returning with two coffee mugs, pouring a large measure into each.

“Here, cheers,” he spoke darkly with a sigh. “Some homecoming for you, huh?” The poor kid, she’d only been back for just over a week, and this is what she had to deal with, her family literally at war.

Bella took a good glug of the bourbon, Sally jumping up onto the couch to settle at her side. “Angel warned me while we were out with Sally, how bad he could be at times. What with catching up with Amelia, Nala and my mum, I haven’t really been around much to witness it. Today has been the first time I’ve seen him, in fact. I said to Angel that he seemed alright earlier, but bloody hell, Bish. For a man who has just spent the last few hours getting his dick wet, he’s in a pissin’ vile mood!”

“Yep,” he lamented, lighting two cigarettes, handing one to her she thanked him for. “Vile is a good word to sum him up, when he’s like this.”

“What do you think is causing it? Is it the pressure of leading the MC, the stuff with the cartel? Angel told me, about the fentanyl. That fucking bitch, cutting you guys out. He had to expect she would, though. She’s smart. Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free? Still, though. It was a stupid, dangerous idea to begin with. The tiniest little dust of that stuff kills people! They take even a fraction more than they should and bang! Dead.”

Even Bella got it, Bishop noted. EZ was still loathed to admit any of that particular mess was his fault at all. “I don’t know, darling. I really don’t. I mean, your guess is as good as any, the pressure of taking the gavel is huge, not to mention that his trajectory has been rapid to say the very least. Prospect, to VP, to president in the space of four years? It’s enough to head fuck even the strongest of minds.”

Hearing a crash, she jumped, placing her cigarette between her teeth as she pushed up to stand on the couch, looking in through the window. EZ had just been sent into a pile of glasses upon the bar, Angel receiving a foot in the stomach for it. “I swear, they have five fucking minutes before I call for backup.”

“Felipe?”

“Oh yeah,” Bella replied, seating herself again. “If anyone can bang their heads together successfully, it’s pop.” As it turned out, they only needed a further two, everything quietening down, Angel walking out, holding a towel full of ice to his head, his lip dripping with blood.

“It’s okay, I’m fine,” he stated after Bella had rushed to him, checking him over. “I got him worse, and his punk ass fucking needed it. It wasn’t just about you, baby.” Seating himself down, he picked up the bourbon bottle and took a big swig, wincing when the alcohol burned his lip, the doors of the clubhouse flying open with a crash, EZ striding through them, heading towards his bike. He rode out of there without word, leaving everyone to sit and ponder the damage left in his wake.

While they did, EZ burned gas for half an hour in an effort to calm down, before deciding to head over to the home of the person who he knew would make him feel better.

As soon as Camille saw him there on her doorstep, bloodied and brushed, she gasped. “What in the hell happened? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” he began, kicking his boots off as she locked the door behind him, taking off his kutte and hanging it up on the peg in her hallway, next to her little denim jacket and collection of hoodies. “Well, I’m not. I just got into a fight with Angel.”

She suspected as much, nodding as she took in his face. “Come on through to the kitchen, you need ice on that eye. Shit, he really fucking cracked you, it’s starting to swell.” He followed along after her, his ribs groaning in pain as he twisted slightly, EZ thinking himself lucky they weren’t broken, with how many body blows he’d taken. He knew what fractures felt like, and this wasn’t it.

“I’m really sorry to just turn up like this, especially after cancelling,” he revealed, and for once, it was the actual truth. His arrival at her home had nothing to do with him being manipulative. He sought her out because he felt like shit, and she always made him feel better. It was that simple.

“No, baby it’s alright. I get it, I get it. Hang on.” Going to the freezer, she pulled out the ice cube tray, taking a clean towel from the drawer and up ending the tray onto it, giving it a good, sharp bash against the counter. Bringing up the sides, she knotted them together, handing it to him, stunned at the way he was smiling at her. “What’s with the grin?”

Taking the towel, he rested it against his eye, leaning down to kiss her. “You just called me baby for the first time. You’re so cute.”

“You get the stuffing almost knocked all the way out of you, and you can still smile,” she began, softly shaking her head. “I’d be a mess in a corner somewhere.” She found it wild, that he wasn’t more affected by it, wondering how usual an occurrence it was within his world. Taking some cotton and antiseptic out from the cupboard, she went about swabbing his cuts, EZ not quite as happy then, grumbling at the sting. “Well, if you’re going to ruck, Ezekiel.” She whispered softly at a particularly deep rumble, swiping the cotton over his split eyebrow.

“I know, I know.” He leaned down, kissing the tip of her nose. “Mind if I take a shower?”

“Not at all. Get those clothes off too and I’ll wash them. I even have stuff you can borrow. My brother leaves clothes here for when he comes to stay, usually when mom is being, well, mom.”

“With the cleaning fits?” He’d remembered her telling him about those, how Marge Smith could get while under the duress of needing to deep clean her entire home. Even carpet steamers were hired, her younger brother Corey always seeking refuge from it with his favourite sister.

She widened her eyes. “Oh yeah. Dad dropped by last week and revealed he’d had to talk her down from a set of stepladders while she tried to clean moss off the roof with a broom.”

He laughed, taking off his t shirt and handing it to her, his chest a mess of welts and scratches. Not all of them were inflicted by Angel, but EZ thought it was lucky he could pass off Dina’s nail grazes as such, although much to his surprise, he felt a small knot of guilt twist in his stomach when Camille took them in, kissing the ones that lead down to his abs. “Full on Marge madness, huh?”

Marge madness is what everyone in the Smith family coined it, Camille again touched that he’d remembered it when she’d probably only used the expression once in passing when describing her beloved mother. “Oh yeah. He got her down and went up there himself after getting her settled with a glass of wine and an episode of Real Housewives of somewhere or another.” Entertained by the visual he had in his head, he removed the rest of his clothes, heading through to the bathroom, Camille giving him a little butt smack on the way.

While he was showering, she threw his clothes into the machine along with a few of her items that had been waiting in there for a larger load to accumulate, switching it on and going back out to the kitchen to put the coffee machine on before going to her spare bedroom, pulling out a pair of dark grey sweats and a black vest. The sweats would fit no problem, Corey and EZ were roughly the same height, but the vest she knew might be a struggle, EZ with a wide chest and Corey quite skinny still. Rethinking her decision, she rifled through the drawer and chose a relatively loose-fitting t shirt, leaving the clothes outside of the bathroom and calling to him that they were placed there.

“Thanks, mamas,” he called back from beneath the water. “You take good care of me.”

“Someone has to,” she snickered, heading back to pour the drinks before curling up on the couch, EZ joining her a mere few minutes later. The t shirt she thought was oversized? He filled it completely, the sleeves straining under the bulk of his biceps. “So, do you want to talk about it, what led to you and Angel having a scuffle?”

He took a sip of his coffee before replying. “Not really, no. Let’s just say it’s been building for a while, though, and leave it there. It’ll be better now, I think, now he’s got a few swings in at me.” He shifted around, trying to get comfortable, his back tightening. He’d likely pulled something, whether from the fight or the two hours of beast mode sex with Dina prior to it, he didn’t know. He knew it hurt, though, pinching away as pain shot up and down his shoulder blade. Camille picked up on it, gesturing with her hands for him to sit forward.

“Oh my god, EZ,” she exclaimed softly, her fingers pressing into the muscles in his shoulder and back. “The tension you have gathered here is insane. No wonder you’re uncomfortable. Come on, you’re in the right hands with me. I’m giving you a massage.”

He didn’t need to be offered such twice. Ten minutes later and he was lying face down on her bed, Camille astride his thighs, working all the tension from his back with oiled up hands. God, it felt so good, although a little painful as she worked at the knots.

“You’ve had this for years, this is really deeply built-up tension, so it might take a while before they begin to give,” she explained, the knots cracking against her fingers, the muscles warming to the manipulation, slightly starting to yield.

“I’ll give you about a week to stop.” He sounded very blissed out, Camille beginning to work her hands lower, incorporating her forearms too, EZ making soft sounds of appreciation. She moved between offering feel good therapy and knot pummelling, alternating so he wasn’t at the mercy of a practice she knew was painful, her own back suffering the same from her dancing, having her boss Trudi give her a weekly massage in order to keep her own knots of tension at bay.

“How’s that feeling now?” she asked a time later, his back considerably loosened up compared to how it had been when she started.

“It’s weird,” he rumbled through a chuckle. “Half of me is all relaxed and sleepy, but I’m not going to lie. I’m horny as fuck, too.”

She giggled at his statement, neither a surprise. After a massage, she was always in the mood for either sleep or sex, too. “And which desire is winning?”

“Sleep, I think.”

They decided to go to bed early, Camille happy that she wasn’t in at the salon until midday, so she got to have a little lie in. Whether or not it would be with EZ was a different question, though. After going to put the washing into the dryer, she curled up with him, his bulk a warm blanket that surrounded her, falling asleep quickly.

He woke before her, as always, his mind telling him to grab his clothes and go, just like he always did. Another part of him, though, it eventually coaxed him into remaining right where he was, when he realised that by her side was the one place he actually wanted to be.

When Camille awoke at just gone 9am, she was pleased to reach into the space next to her and find him still there by her side, EZ pulling her close, kissing her head as she rested it on his chest. He felt content, like being straight with her could be enough for him, his need for control pushed down, not bothering him for that moment. It felt nice.

It would, however, rise from the shadows again once more. It was inevitable, and this he knew.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 45

My life is falling apart and I'm so stressed I'm bursting out in tears for no reason. Any way, here's another chapter. I can't decide whether I love it or hate it but I've re-written it a billion times and it's not going to get done if I don't call it finished.

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Part 44

Contains: Fluff, angst, protective Jax, caretaker Jax, hints at Gemma having a drinking problem. Not proofread, it will probably be full of mistakes.

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Wedding bliss

Six days after Jax took over

"The bathrooms have been cleaned, and the booze is finally stocked. Santo Parde will be here in four hours so you need to go get ready while I start the finger food."

Jax smiled, "you are really settling into this well."

You raised your eyebrows, "what do you mean?"

Jax pulled you into his arms, letting you rest your weight on him instead of the crutches and put a hand on your face, "this whole old lady thing, you might as well be running the Club."

"We've been over this Teller, this is not me being an old lady, this is me being a diplomat. Now I've left an ironed shirt that that nice pair of jeans that make your butt look great on the bed. Please so get dressed so we can be ready in case they're here early."

"Yes ma'am."

Santo Parde were twenty minutes early, "I told you so."

Jax rolled his eyes, "yes you did Darlin. So you know two of these guys?"

You nodded, "I met Johnny Cruz in Afghanistan and Ezekiel Reyes has been to four of my lectures. Cruz is a good soldier and a fantastic sniper. Reyes is smart, perfect memory but an ambitious streak a mile wide. I won't be surprised if he's running the charter in a few years."

"Good to know, we better go and say hello."

It didn't take long for them to settle in, then drinks were being passed around, "hey Coco, I'm glad to see you've landed on your feet."

He smiled, "yeah, the Club is great."

Ezekiel swagged up to you, "hello Dr l/n, how's life been?"

You took in his VP patch and shot Jax a knowing look, "great, it seems things are good for you, being VP and all."

He smiled, "yeah Bishop thought I'd make a good fit." You nodded, "brains over brawn is always the way to go, at least you'll never forget any details."

The party picked up as the night wore on, Bishop was sitting with Jax and Ezekiel while you sat at your spot at the bar and re-connected with Coco, "what in God's name made you settle in another desert? Do you miss finding sand in your ass crack everyday."

He chuckled and shrugged, "I like the heat."

You shook your head, "there's something seriously wrong with you."

He laughed and a tall man with a beard and fine features wandered over, "who might you be gorgeous?"

Coco was doing his best to not smile as you stuck your hand out, "Dr l/n, Jax is my fiance. Who are you?"

His face fell a bit, "lucky man, name's Angel, EZ's my younger brother."

You nodded, "Sam's mine, do they ever grow out of being goobers or is he going to annoy me till the day I die?"

Angel shook his head, "EZ hasn't changed since we were kids."

A crash pulled your attention away, then someone was shouting, "y/n can you come here, I think Kozik just broke his hand."

You rubbed your face, "sorry gentlemen, I need to go mother some children."

They laughed and you left, when you were out of earshot, Coco leaned in and talked to Angel low enough that no one else could hear, "she was a mechanic when we were overseas."

Angel's eyebrows went up, "she doesn't look like she knows cars."

Coco shook his head, "not that kind, the lady was a CIA operative, my guess is that's why Marcus speaks so highly of her. She must have something to do with what's going on with Galindo."

Angel shrugged, "she seems nice enough. What was she like when you knew her?"

Coco smiled, "she cut an insurgent's throat with a rusted hunk of metal to save my CO's life, I've got no complaints."

You walked back into the Clubhouse with Kozik in tow and walked up to Jax, "sorry to interrupt."

Jax shook his head, "is everything ok? I heard noises and then you were running out."

You rolled your eyes, "Kozik's wrist is sprained, I need to get him an X-ray to make sure it's not worse. I'll probably be home early morning tomorrow."

Jax gave you a sad smile, "alright Darlin, we've got all week to get to know everyone so don't worry." He pressed a quick kiss to your lips and you left, Jax turning back to his conversation with Bishop.

****

"Hey Darlin, how's Kozik?"

You were home a lot earlier than expected, "fine, it wasn't bad enough to need an X-ray once the doc had a look, he'll be riding again in a week or two."

Jax watched you walk to the bathroom and heard the shower start, "how did tonight go?"

Jax's tone was light, "good, they seem like good guys. But you're right about the VP, he's ambitious. I have some bad news."

It wasn't really bad news but Jax wanted to prepare you, "let me guess, Arizona is coming and Jenkins still has his patch."

Jax huffed, you were so smart, "I don't know why after his behaviour but they couldn't afford to lose him after everything that went down there."

Jax heard the shower turn off, "if he tries anything, I'll just kick the shit out of him again. I wonder if he still walks with a limp."

Jax chuckled, "last time we were down there he did, maybe he'll stay away from you now that Clay's gone."

Jax opened his arms when you emerged for the shower and you climbed into them, "maybe, he better not try something in front of Santo Parde, you know I can't let that slide."

Jax pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I know, you have my blessing to do whatever you need to."

****

"Shit, where's Gemma?"

Lyla and Ima looked like they were going to collapse, "in the back, she's not feeling well."

You shook your head, "I'll help you get ready for the party tonight, I'll try to stay but since everything went down with Potter, I've been swamped with cases."

Ima gave you a soft smile, "Jax is really worried you're working too hard, you should be resting that leg."

You shook your head, "it stopped hurting two days after I got home. I'll go fix up the dorms and make sure the bathrooms are still stocked. Can someone please go sober Gemma up?"

****

Lyla sent Gemma home after it was clear that she wouldn't be able to keep up appearances. You were sitting on one of the couches with your legs over Jax's lap while he ran his hand up and down your calf, with Opie, Bishop and Hank sitting opposite.

"It was hilarious. This POG kept going on and on about how I needed to finish autopsies faster, then proceeded to run out of the tent with his hand over his face because he couldn't handle a three day old corpse."

Hank laughed, "I bet he never lived that down."

You shook your head, "he might of had I not told everyone."

Jax clicked his tongue, "you just love causing trouble, don't you?"

You smiled, "it depends."

Jax went to respond but was called away by Sam, "be nice."

You put a hand to your chest, "I'm always nice."

Jax lifted your legs off his lap and pecked your lips, "I'll be back in two minutes."

Opie was smiling, "how's the wedding planning going? Lyla tells me that Sam and Ima want to do some outdoor thing for a joint bachelor, bachelorette party."

You nodded, "some kind of real life Oregon Trail video game in the woods, no camping thank God. I'm sure everyone will have fun but there's no chance you are the guys are winning."

Bishop chuckled, "ah to be young and in love." Jax wasn't back yet and then you could feel the hair at the back of your neck stand up and someone was walking over, it was Evan Jenkins.

"Long time no see."

You glared at him as he sat down, "yes, fortunately."

His tone became condescending, "don't be like that, with you as the head bitch we need to get along."

Opie went to step in and you raised your hand, "can I help you? Because you're ruining my nice night and this lovely conversation that I'm having."

He shot you a nasty smirk, "I just think want to know why you and Teller are still together after that stunt you pulled last time we saw each other."

The Mayans around you were confused, "same reason he decided to be with me in the first place. I spat in his drink one day without him knowing and put a curse on him."

"Dude, no one likes you, didn't you learn your lesson when she beat the shit out of you."

Opie didn't sound happy, "what are you talking about?"

Hank's tone was soft but cautious "oh, he put a prospect up to hitting me across the face, then I beat the shit out of him. That's why he walks with a limp and has an uneven face."

When Jax rounded the corner, he saw Jenkins talking to you and speed walked over, "is everything ok here, Darlin?"

You nodded, "yes Beloved, I was just telling the guys how I bewitched you with my magic vagina."

Jax pressed his lips together in order not to laugh, "I don't know how to respond to that."

Jax sat back in the same spot and lifted your legs back onto his lap, going back to running his hand up and down your calf. Jenkins waved his hand at the sight, "that's so pathetic, I guess you're with her cause she removed your balls."

You nodded, "yes, I use them as a paperweight in my office." Jax's hand was a little firmer and you could feel him tense, "I don't know what your issue with me is. When we first spoke, I turned you down nicely, then you lied to Jax to save face. I don't know what you want or why you keep bothering me but you need to read to room, no one wants you here."

He crossed his arms over his chest, "are you going let this bitch speak for you."

Opie stood up and put a hand on the man's arm, "I don't think anyone here would disagree with her, you're killing the vibe man." Jax had gone stiff next to you and he was shifting to be able to get up without moving you too much.

Jenkins glared at you once last time then went to walk away, but in a flash, you had a drink thrown in your face. There was no point in stopping Jax as he leapt up and descended upon the man, the sound of his fists hitting his face filling the room.

Tables and chairs were being pushed aside as the one sided fight continued, Jax had been working out and sparring with Sam most days and he was fast becoming a wall of hard muscle. The bare fists of Jax's huge hands were doing more damage than you could ever achieve.

Everyone was watching as Jax pummeled the quickly fading man until he was flinging blood everywhere "Ope, I think it might be time to…."

Opie waved his hand, "not your choice y/n, Jax can't let the disrespect slide." Opie let it go on for another flurry of punches and kicks before he was pulling Jax away.

You walked over to the sink and wet a towel before stepping up to Jax and taking his hands in yours, "my brave knight, you have cast off on your face." Jax acted like you weren't there as he watched Jenkins be dragged off by Chibs. You reached the towel up and wiped the blood off his face, "my sweet, noble Jackson, you can't punch every man that has a problem with me."

Jax was still silent, "you wanna tell me what's going through your head?"

He grunted, "he's gone, I'm having his patch pulled tonight."

You shook your head, "let's focus on making sure everyone gets along first, once this is set up, we won't be seeing him and Arizona can't take anymore loses anyway."

For the briefest moments, not even a second, Jax's glare turned on you then softened as he dropped his forehead into yours. "That shouldn't have happened, I'm sorry."

He lifted a bruised hand to your face, "help me clean up?" You nodded and walked hand in hand with Jax to the dorms.

"I won't work with him."

Bishop's tone was short, "I know, we don't expect you to but she's right, without him, Arizona doesn't have enough for a table."

The rest of the week went great, there were dinners and nights spent at the Clubhouse drinking. By the time they left, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that Santo Parde would be able to take over for SAMTAZ.

Fifteen days after Jax took over

"You guys are going down, you don't have a chance."

Jax chuckled, "sure, can you run with those?"

You huffed in mock offence, "you want me to even the score? Because I'm happy to hobble one of you."

Opie slapped Jax on the chest, "don't be mean Jax, it's not like her short legs could keep up anyway."

"I'm gonna put a snake in your tent."

Jax smiled, big and wide and wrapped his arms around you, "I could make a joke here but I'm worried you might do it." The host showed up just as everyone was getting overly excited.

"Now, I've been told that we're splitting off into two teams, so please do that now."

You gave Jax a kiss and walked over to the other side of the fire pit, "each team will have a guide who will give you challenges and hand out cards for when you succeed or fail. Those that die on The Oregon Trail will be escorted back to the cabins for tea and cookies. The team that makes it to the end with the most people will win."

You split off with your guide and headed in the opposite direction to the guys, "what do we get if we win?"

Ima smiled, "bragging rights. When y/n told me how obsessed Sam was with the game when they were kids, I knew I had to beat him because I always got the high score. We're going this to settle who is the best before we get married."

You shook your head, "and you tell me I'm the nerd."

You walked down the trail and something beeped, "alright, y'all, it's time to choose your supplies." Ima was very insistent on what to take, then you were off.

****

"What do you mean we can't take more than that?"

Juice rubbed his face, "because there's a limit, you idiot. The girls are already so much further ahead, we're going to lose if we don't hurry up." Sam shook his head, "that will not be happening."

****

"Why did I have to go under a wagon wheel."

Lyla didn't seem happy, "it's alright, Chibs and Bobby have already died, at least you'll have company."

Ima didn't seem impressed, "come on people, we've got to keep moving."

Lyla smiled and shook her head, "I'll make sure they leave some cookies for you guys."

****

"You have died of dysentery."

Jax stared at the card he was just handed, "what, if y/n isn't ready back, she's never going to let me live this down."

Sam had no sympathy, "get going Teller, I can't lose." When Jax got back, only Bobby, Chibs and Lyla were there.

****

"A snake bite, really?"

Ima slapped your back, "sorry sis, get going."

You shook your head and walked off, returning to Jax smirking from ear to ear, "yeah, laugh, at least I didn't die of dysentery you noob." People floated in slowly, but it was clear that Sam's team was losing, at the end, it came down to Sam, Ima and Tina, then they were all walking back.

"Who won?"

Ima and Tina were smiling while Sam looked miffed, "suck it little brother, I'll never hear you brag about having the high score again."

Sam's face broke out into a smile and he flipped you his middle finger, "oh, real mature."

Twenty days after Jax took over

"Alright, the cake is ready to ice and the dress is almost dry. I have to call Juice so he can come over and help with all the bread and Bobby is halfway through the puff pasty tarts."

Jax put his arms on your shoulders, "can you sit down for two minutes? You're not even supposed to be off those crutches."

You shook your head, "I'm not even limping, can you stop worrying."

Jax huffed, "I'm never going to stop worrying about you, did you get that intern sorted?"

You nodded, "yeah, he'll be on once a week from now on, I cannot believe they were going to drop him because he's sick."

Jax smiled, "he's lucky he's got you and Holt as his bosses and not someone else."

You shook your head, "that's on the back burner right now."

The doorbell rang, when you looked at the video feed, it was Juice, "thank God, I didn't even need to call. Can you head to Anvil and make sure the tables are ready for the reception?"

Jax smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips, "sure Darlin. You want me to do anything else?"

You shook your head, "no, not right now. Have you heard from your mum? The last time we talked was four days ago and she hasn't been answering."

Jax shrugged, "I'll get Tig to chase her up, I'm sorry you're dealing with all this."

You shook your head, "it's fine, let's just get all this done so my brother can get married."

****

You arrived at Anvil three hours later, having left Juice to start baking. Jax was still there, and had clearly pulled rank and called Happy and Kip to help. He swagged up to you with a smile on his face, "how does it look?"

You looked around at the tables in the main hall, everything looked great, "amazing, how much work did you actually do?"

He gave you that trademark Teller smirked, "you're the one who's always telling me I need to give them more responsibility."

You shook your head, "with the Club not manual labour."

He smiled and ran a hand down your face, "but they did a good job, didn't they?"

You pressed your lips together, "yes, they did. So they'll be the ones getting the fancy wine I bought to say thank you for helping out and not you."

Jax huffed, "you can't even drink wine, why would I want it."

You rubbed your face, "I'm immune to your charms Mr Teller." A phone call pulled you away, it was Hale. The phone call didn't take long, Jax was busy folding napkins when you returned.

"What was that about?"

You smiled, "the light and sirens paperwork for my car has gone through. I'll be able to head to crime scenes before the cops fuck them up now."

Jax shook his head with a smile, "great, you can terrify even more people with your driving."

You gasped in fake offence, "I am an excellent driver, my driving record has never been blemished."

Jax shook his head, "that's because you both drive like and old lady and like someone is trying to kill you."

"Hell yeah, speed limits matter, it's other drivers that suck. You should know that."

Jax shook his head, "you are such a dork."

You sat around for ten minutes waiting for the flowers to arrive, "how does that work, won't they wilt?"

You shook your head, "nah, Hap. Sunflowers are super hardy and I have fancy stuff to put in the water, they also come in protective wrapping so we'll get them ready, then keep them in the fridge till the morning."

"Shit, that is fancy."

You heard a bike in the distance, then Tig appeared, "where's Gem?"

He shook his head, "drunk off her head, I left her with Lyla to sober her up."

You rubbed your face, "and it just keeps happening. Where's the guy with all our booze? He was suppose to be here by now."

Jax shrugged, "call him and find out."

The phone call was short, when you walked back to the group, they could see how angry you were, "what?"

Jax knew this wasn't going to be good, "the motherfucking supplier found out it was for a wedding and wants another five hundred dollars, I told him to take his deposit and shove it up his ass. Does LaRoy still run protection for that liquor store next to his bar?"

"Last time we were there, he was getting a re-supply, you want us to make a call?"

You nodded, "please, tell him the going rate for a wedding plus more if he gets what we need by tonight." Jax took out his phone and walked off the make the call, in the meantime Bobby showed up with some of the food.

"Oh thank the Gods, please tell me everything went well?"

He nodded, "it's all good, I made extra mini pies too."

You gestured over to the kitchen, "please put everything in the fridge. I've checked it four times so it's working and empty. Please, please lock it, this is still a working military training facility and it will be gone by dinner time."

"You want to sit down for a minute love?"

You shook your head, "Jax will be back with news about the alcohol, I need to chase that up."

Right on time, Jax walked back with a smile on his face, "you're smiling, that's good right?"

Jax nodded, "turns out, the owner took his daughter for a tour of the museum and she loved it. He'll provide everything at the original price if his daughter gets a day pass for the rest of the year."

You clapped and jumped up and down, "I have some in my car, can you go now and pick everything up, the van is ready to go, he doesn't even have to worry about delivery."

Jax nodded softly, "sure Darlin, I'll be back with everything you need."

"Oh Jackson, I love you so much."

****

Jax came looking for you when the flowers arrived, only to find you fast asleep in Derek's office. You woke up to Jax softly calling your name while he rubbed your cheek with his thumb, "I wasn't asleep."

Jax chuckled, "sure Darlin, the flowers are here."

You rubbed your face, "I'm coming, I need coffee."

Jax shook his head and handed you a cup from the table, "strong enough to chew, just how you like it."

"I don't have the time right now but when I do I'm going to suck your soul out of your dick."

Jax chuckled, "good to know Darlin."

You ran down to greet the delivery person and signed, "I really need help with the flowers, you guys up to it."

They all nodded, "great, to the kitchen."

They did an excellent job on the flowers, "you should go into flower arranging Tig, I think you've missed your calling."

He laughed, "I can kinda see that." Jax shook his head, you had warmed up to Tig in the last few weeks, he knew you'd never get along with him like the others, but at least you were talking to him more than what's necessary.

"What do you have to do after this?"

You thought for a moment, "not much, the decorations are up, everything else has to happen tomorrow. Even then, the flowers just have to go out and the food needs to be finished, I'm bringing the cake over later tonight."

"What time are you getting up."

You shot Bobby an unimpressed look, "five in the morning. I have co-maid of honour things to do with Lyla."

Jax gave you a smirk, "lucky us, we don't have to get up till eight."

You shook your head, "I hate you."

His smirk widened, "you're so mean." You picked up an empty paper roll and softly thumped his shoulder with it.

"If you think I'm mean now, you should see me if I have to get up early."

Jax grabbed your wrist then pulled the paper roll from your hand, "you'll just have to go to bed early then."

Behind you, Bobby laughed, "Jackson, get your mind out of the gutter. There will be no borking tonight good sir." Jax went red and the others burst out in chuckles.

"Yeah Pres, the lady needs her sleep."

Jax laughed and put his hand on his forehead, "don't you have a cake to ice?"

You pressed your lips together, "yeah, I do, and I won't be saving any cream cheese icing so don't get any ideas."

"Yeah Pres, don't get any ideas." When you walked out of the kitchen, they were still laughing,

****

"Ahhhhh, it's too early."

Jax threw an arm over his face, "can't you stay in bed a little longer?"

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, "no, I have to get all the food ready then I have to get prepared for the wedding. I need coffee, go back to sleep."

Jax grabbed your arm and pulled you down onto his chest, "where's my good morning."

"It isn't morning Jax, it's the ass crack of the day. Good ass crack of the day beloved." Jax released you then rolled over and went back to sleep while you rushed off to start the food.

****

"Alright, are you sure the meat will be ready by lunch?"

Derek nodded, "yes, now go off and be a maid of honour, we can handle his." You drove back to the house to start getting ready. Sam spent the night in the dorms and Jax would have already left to start his job as the best man so it was just you and the other women at the house. To your surprise, Gemma was there and sober.

You and Tina had sewn the bridesmaid dresses, simple blue dresses with small yellow sunflowers to go with the rest of the theme. It didn't take long for everyone to get ready, everyone was comfortable enough with their hair and make up to do it on their own. Ima went full old Hollywood with her hair in gentle waves wrapped around her head in a loose bun while the bridal party did what they wanted. The makeup was very much the same.

"So, I created detailed instructions on how Sam needs to remove your dress, if he rips it, I will know and I will kill him."

She smiled, "I know, I'll make sure he's careful. We need to head for the venue, the officiant should be there by now."

It took half an hour to get there in the old-fashioned black taxis you hired, there weren't many people there yet and SAMCRO's bikes weren't there so there was no need to rush and hide to avoid them.

"Have you seen the officiant?"

You went looking, only to be directed to one of the offices by one of the Anvil staff there for security, "looks like food poisoning."

"What? It's in an hour. I need to go call Jax."

You could hear the smile in Jax's voice when he picked up, "is everything alright Darlin?"

You took a deep breath, "the officiant has some kind of disease and the backup won't be here in time. Can you break it to Sam please?"

Jax huffed, "yeah, aren't you a notary, just get a licence over the internet and do the wedding yourself."

"I can't do that, it would be weird."

Jax chuckled and placed his hand over the phone to speak to Sam, "your bother's ok with it, if Ima is then I don't see a problem."

You rubbed your face, "I'll try. If she says yes, I have no idea what I'm going to say."

You knocked on the office door and Lyla opened it, "what?"

You gave her a soft smile, "I have bad news, the officiant is half dead in the spare office. However, I can get an officiant licence in the next twenty minutes."

Ima smiled then shrugged, "go for it. You wouldn't be here if Sam didn't already say yes. I can't think of a better person to do it than you."

You gave her a hug, "I promise I'll do a good job." You ran off to call Jax, after finding a laptop and opening a licencing website "ok, Ima said yes. I'm currently on officiants are us California. You guys need to leave now so you get here in time."

"Great news Darlin, I'll see you there."

****

You had gone through a mountain of paper by the time the guys arrived, a knock at the door had you jumping out of your skin, "y/n, it's Jax, can I come in?"

You walked up to the door and opened it, making sure he didn't see inside, "wow, you look gorgeous. What's wrong?"

You put your face in your hands, "I can't write this speech, I have no idea what to say."

Jax gave you a soft smile, "I'm sure you do, just wing it."

You shot him a look which he smirked at, "wing it? Jackson, I have been planning this wedding for months and you want me to wing one of the most important parts?"

Jax huffed, "then you're going to have to come up with something in the next twenty minutes. I've checked on the food and it's going fine. You have nothing else to worry about."

****

Sam was shaking like a leaf, "you good man?"

He shot Jax a watery smile, "I've never been happier."

Jax put a hand on his shoulder, "we better head out." Sam nodded softly, "yeah, we better." The office they were waiting in was closer to the space where the ceremony was being held so it didn't take them long to walk down. Most of the guests were there by now, sitting on the simple deep brown wooden chairs, Sam's attention was fixed down the aisle, waiting for the women to walk out of the office.

His heart jumped as the music started.

We were walking so long I forgot

Where we were going

Found a place we did not recognize and I

I'm alright not knowing

Lyla and Tina were first, walking down with their bouquets of yellow poppies and baby's breath.

Hallucinating with the morning light

Cover me in a fantasy

Getting swept up in a storyline and I'll

Let it take me out to sea

Feel heavily

No gravity

You're the way I go

Unconsciously

We're winding like an open road

You're the way I go

Luanne walked out after then, her dress flowing in the light breeze.

So traverse the earth to come back home

Hear me without a sound

I am mystified that wanting you is how

My feet firmly felt the ground

Feel heavily

No gravity

You're the way I go

Unconsciously

We're winding like an open road

You're the way I go

You walked out next, you could see Sam's lip start to quiver and his eyes were shining and red as you took your place on the podium.

A well that never dries

A fire that never dies

Even in stormy times

You'll know me

And I will know you

Ima appeared from behind to door and there was a collective gasp, tears were falling down Sam's face as she locked eyes with him and made her way up the aisle.

Feel heavily

No gravity

You're the way I go

Unconsciously

We're winding like an open road

You're the way I go

She handed Lyla her bunch of flowers and turned to Sam, "hey."

He looked like a little boy, "hey, you look so pretty." There was a soft chuckle from the crowd and Jax gave you a soft nod.

"Friends, family, gawking Anvil employees who are only here for the free booze and food, we are gathered here today to witness the union between Ima Tobin and Sam l/n. Are you both here of your own free will?"

They nodded, "yes, without a doubt." Your eyes floated to Jax for reassurance as you went to start the speech.

"The ancient Greeks may be the origin of the belief in soulmates. Plato asserts that when time began, humans had four arms, four legs, one head and two faces. Zeus, fearful of their power and intensely jealous of their happiness, tore them asunder and we are now doomed wander the earth until we find out other half."

Sam squeezed Ima's hand a little tighter, "but it's so much more than just a story. When we find the person we're meant to spend the rest of our lives with, we know. It's like coming home after an unending journey or meeting an old friend you haven't seen in decades. It's peace, the calming of a roaring ocean, it's the first drop of rain after an unrelenting drought. Now, I know you have written your own vows so Ima, please start before I start crying."

The crowd laughed again and Jax took the rings out of his pocket and placed them on the podium.

"I never thought I could be this happy, I was convinced I was going to be one of those people who never found someone who loved them for who they were. And then you walked into CaraCara one day and you smiled at me, and it's the first time I felt butterflies in my chest since I was a teenager. From this day forward, I promise my love, my loyalty and my comfort to you until my last day."

Ima let one of Sam's hands go picked up his wedding ring before sliding it over his finger, and You wiped a stray tear, "good luck in topping that."

Sam sniffed, "Lemon drop." Ima went red and you could hear someone aww from one of the chairs, "when I first saw you, it was like the world stopped spinning, I think I forgot how to breath. You were standing in the middle of the room in a pair of pink sweat pants and an oversized jumper talking to Tina, I had to psych myself up to saying hello because I was worried I'd make a fool of myself. From this day forward, I promise my love, my loyalty and comfort to you until my last day."

Sam looked at you and with a nod took the ring and used his shaking hands to put it on her. Jax leaned in close, "what else?"

You shook your head and the crowd held on in anticipation, "and treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley." The other Sons finished the last bit along with Sam

There wasn't a dry eye in the crowd by the time they were done, "alright, I legally have to do this. Are there any objections to this union? Speak now or forever hold your peace." No one made a sound, "good, I would have shot you." Sam choked on a laugh while Ima shook her head.

"Well then, by the power vested in me by the state of California and a shady internet website, I now pronounce you Husband and wife, you may….." Sam cut you off by kissing Ima, dipping her like something from a movie, "you impatient twerp."

Sam turned to you and laughed, "thanks."

You smiled back, "now, time for lunch!"

****

"This bread is amazing."

Happy had his mouth full, "it's all Juice, he's become quite the baker."

Abel waddled over with his plate full, "that's a lot of food Mr, are you going to eat it all?"

He smiled and shook his head, "no mummy, I bought it for you." He put the plate in front of you and tapped your lap so he could sit on it.

"Thank you Abel, that was very thoughtful."

You picked up the pasty and bacon wrapped pepper and took a bite, "these are great."

You huffed, "I know, I'm so happy I got everyone to help because Bobby did a great job."

Jax flopped his head onto your shoulder, "why didn't they want speeches?"

You gave Jackson a sad smile, "why do you think? They didn't want anyone ruining their day."

Jax reflected your smile, "that's probably for the best. I'm still surprised they decided to have a daytime wedding."

You nodded, "yeah, it fit better with their theme and they're excited to go on their honeymoon."

Jax shook his head, "I hope they enjoy their isolated trip to Appalachia."

You huffed, "they are going to a lovely cabin by a lake, they're not going to be eaten by mountain men, don't worry."

"Something tells me Sam wouldn't let anything happen to Ima."

You nodded, "yeah, he'd kill a mountain man with his bare hands."

Abel was clearly enjoying his lunch, "these are so yummy."

Jax chuckled, "I know little man, which one's your favourite?"

Abel picked up the mini cheese and onion pie, "dis one."

"Can I have one?"

Abel slid the plate towards his father and Jax picked up and ate one of the pies in one bite, "Jackson."

He shook his head, "what, these are great."

You nodded, "well, we have a big ones for our wedding, I'm sure Bobby will be happy to help."

By the time lunch was done, the Anvil staff didn't have many leftovers to enjoy but that floated in nonetheless. The party really kicked off once the music was flipped on and Ima was dragging you to the dance floor. Jax sat with Sam and watched while you and Ima danced to some late ninety pop hit, "that's going to be you in a few months."

Jax gave Sam a soft smile, "you gave no idea how happy I am that this whole thing is only going to take less than six months, I would have lost my mind if I have to put up with Clay for a whole year."

Sam nodded, "well, we're lucky Marcus is so eager to get it done."

Abel was looking around the table, "what's wrong little man?"

He didn't look sad, "I finished my milk."

Sam chuckled, "it's alright buddy, I'll take you to the kitchen and get you some more." Abel jumped off your chair and took Sam's hand, walking away with his little coat still over the back of the chair.

Jax watched you dance with Lyla and Ima, just as he was going to get up to join you, Gemma walked up to him, he could smell the weed and alcohol on her. "They seem to be having fun."

Jax was pissed, "yeah, they are. You promised me you wouldn't drink today, y/n is going to be so hurt if she finds out."

Gemma huffed, "it's not her day, Sam never said anything to me."

Jax crossed his arms, "because he didn't want to hurt you, Sam already had his childhood ruined by a drinker, don't ruin his wedding. Sober yourself up before everyone sees you."

Gemma walked off to the coffee and cart and Jax did his best to remain calm as Sam and Able returned, "did you get it?"

Abel held out his cup, "yes daddy."

Jax smiled, "alright little guy, don't eat too fast, you'll get a tummy ache."

Jax watched you and Ima come up to the table, "come dance with me."

Jax grabbed your hand in his and let you pull him to the dance floor, "you having fun?"

You nodded, "yeah, but I've had it. Sam and Ima are leaving soon then I'm going to help clean up and head to bed. Have you spoken to Gemma today, I haven't had the time."

Jax stiffened, "she got drunk, didn't she."

Jax hugged you harder, "I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "it's fine. I think we should ask Wendy to look after Abel more, Gemma can't look after him right now."

Jax nodded, "yeah, I'll call her tomorrow and ask her what days she's free."

You smiled softly, "let's forget about everything right now and enjoy the rest of our day."

Jax pressed a kiss to your forehead, "good idea Darlin."

****

"Go home and put Abel down, we're almost done here."

Jax's brows furrowed, "you sure?"

You nodded, "yeah, it won't take long." Jax left you with a sleeping Abel in his arms and headed back home, Lyla dropping him off with a plate of leftovers.

When Jax got the text just before seven, he sprung into action and ran upstairs to start his plan. When you got home, the house was quiet. Jax emerged for the bathroom with his sleeves rolled up and a smile on his face. "I put your favourite pair of fluffy PJs on the bed and I've run you a bath so have a quick shower first, then I'll be in to join you."

You smiled, "thank you."

Jax listened for the shower to finish then walked in to see you climbed into the bath, Jax knelled by the side of the tub and picked up a sponge before dipping it in the perfectly hot water and rubbing it over your chest,

"that feels nice."

Jax chuckled at the tiredness of your voice, "you worked so hard the last few weeks, you deserve some pampering."

Jax washed and massaged your scalp then helped you out of the bath and dried you off, "come on, I'm not done." He sat you down and did you hair then took you hand and told you the lay on the bed before getting lotion off the bedside table.

"Get comfortable and let me look after you." Jax must have spent an hour rubbing out your sore muscles and talking to you about nothing, as he went on, you spoke less and less, Jax smiling as you stopped making sense.

When Jax looked over your face, he saw you were fast asleep and stopped, dressing you in your PJs then covering you up and getting into bed next to you.

"Sleep well Darlin."

Part 46

Comments would really help, I hope I did Sam and Ima justice.

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Crazy but she's mine ch8

"Ez wake up!" Jackie said wacking him with a pillow.

"¿qué? ¿Por qué sientes la necesidad de pegarme cada mañana?" Ez questioned falling back to sleep.

(what? why do you feel the need to hit me every morning?)

"Because its my favorite thing to do,Now WAKE UP!" Jackie said wacking him again.

"Querida, you'll be the death of me,were's Illiana?" Ez questioned stretching.

"With Natalie, she plans to sleepover." Jackie answered.

Suddenly they heard the door open and a two voices in the living room.

"Yo Jackie!, Me and Gilly are here!" Angel exclaimed.

Ez raised a brow,as if asking why they were here.

"We're gonna have a bbq,now c'mon!" She exclaimed.

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"Hank had family buisness,Creeper is getting the meat,and your gonna see our Pops again." Angel said drinking his beer.

"Shame he closed down his shop." Jackie said.

"You could come back and work at the bar,your barista skills are amazing." Creeper said,unloading the meat from his car.

"And see Bishop everday?No thanks." Jackie said as Felipe came out of his car.

Jackie then started a conversation with Felipe,

the two catching up as if

they were old friends.

"Oh I invited Letty , She was my Bestfriend's kid, I kinda look after her now,also his old lady Hope." Gilly told them.

"Finally meeting more girls, Illiana's at a sleepover , imagine being stuck with Ez." Jackie said as she stuck her tongue out at Ez.

"Im offended querida , I think you like my company , you just don't wanna admit it." Ez said smirking.

"Nope!" Jackie exclaimed.

Felipe sat back and watched ,

this was the girl his son had fallen for, and he couldn't have been any happier.

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Felipe decided to go home after a while,Letty and Hope finally showed up,the three woman hitting it off.

Jackie offered her condolences after hearing what happened to Coco.

"So?, Was Ez always like this?" Jackie questioned glancing at the man, who was put in a headlock by his brother.

"Pretty much , I mean he was a bit dark when he first became President , but after meeting you and Illiana , he got his act straight, him and angel even made up." Letty explained as Hope nodded in agreement.

"Him and Angel usually get into it?" Jackie asked.

"Sometimes we guess, club shit or brother shit." Hope said shrugging , her and Letty didn't know much.

"Yeah o- Oh hell no!" Jackie exclaimed Quietly as she Glanced over to the guys.

Six girls wearing barely anything were near them , Angel,Gilly,And Creeper were

laughing with them, But Ez looked a bit uncomfy , glancing towards her.

"I'll be back ladies." Jackie said going over to them , wrapping her arm around Ez.

"Back off!" Jackie exclaimed to the Blonde girl.

"Who the hell are you? , Ez come on baby what happened we used to have so much fun!" The girl said blowing her off.

Not on her watch.

"Im his old lady , now back off before my fist goes in your face!, If he wanted you he would've had you by now,

but by the looks of you,he probably grew tired." Jackie said.

"I mean seriously,even I wouldn't tap that, What were you thinking Ez." Jackie said giving him a look.

Ez shrugged pulling her closer , and for some fucking reason , she didn't push him away.

"But Ez we were-" The girl started until she gasped.

Jackie pulled Ez into a kiss,looking right at her , asserting her dominance , saying this might not be my man , but he is MY man.

"Girls lets go NOW!" the blonde screeched as her goons followed after,The boys whooping,and Letty and Hope screaming that they better run.

"Thought you said you weren't my Old lady?" Ez questioned with a smirk,resting his forhead on hers.

"Im not , You know how you said no one was ever gonna have me,because I belong to you? well jokes on you, because everytime a chick comes up to you Imma be there,making your life hell." Jackie started.

"You may be the Boss Ezekiel,but your no king , no, your in my kingdom now , you belong to me , face it Ez your my bitch now!" Jackie whispered , her arms still around his neck.

"I think I can live with that mi reina." Ez said as he gave her a smile.

(my queen)

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Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!! Mutuals and followers please feel free I’d love to see!!

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Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!

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Haaaha so, the problem is…unless there’s enough fic for me to justify a separate doc to myself, half my WIPs are under shit like [fandom] stuffff or, worse, Untitled Document. On the other hand, some stuff I get optimistic and title properly. My big problem is, I'm pretty okay at ideas--but V terrible at follow through. So um Ymmv

Anyway im gonna base this on whether there’s even a 1% chance I’ll come back to the WIPs for even a second bc otherwise we’d be here all day, I got stuff from 2011 in my docs and I’d literally rather dunk myself in a pool of hot oil than touch those (I haven’t gotten around to deleting them yet shut)

The WIPs I’m Currently Working On:

HS and College AU Part 1–All the Time in the World Draft 2 hey if anyone would like to beta for this btw i'm Big struggling w it atm lmaooo

HS and College AU Part 2: Ro—Name Redacted for Spoiler reasons

Stranger Things fic bits (has future stuff for^^^^)

Stranger things ideas idk (mostly headcanons and plot stuff that isn’t actually fic, and like research and stuff)

Stranger Things Post Series College AU Rough TL (above fic’s timeline^^)

ST react (BIG cringe and Never to be posted. Work on just for fun)

WIPs I Want and Need to Come Back to lmao:

Newsies fanfic (Draft Ver. 3) (my giant 18k baby that I probably will never get back to)

North to Alaska (Fo4)

This is Not a TT Story Chapter 6 (and 7, 8, and 9😭)***Esp! This one

Everything Else lmao:

Untitled Document (like five or six of these lmao)

Merlin stuffff

Atla

Mystmess fic????

Fma idea

ME Fo4 cover

i don’t know wtf this is let will be outwardly gay cowards (not as interesting as the title suggests lmao)

Five to Travel PJO/HoO/ToA

LiS2 Timetravel Alt Uni Timeline (Complete outline for the above fic rgjsoiwrj)

LiS2 xover w Coco? (Indulgent and never to be posted prob)

Life Is Strange, Tell Me Why fic idea?

TJM fic Chapter 10-?

GR F AUs

GO fic ideas

YOI fic ideas

bits and pieces of fic ideas for ha and JN (u do Not want to open this curiosity door very cringe😔)

Tarsus IV sequel(s) planner (I still kind of want to go back and write a sequel to this it was my baby and one of the only chapter fics I ever completed)

BMC DEH fic bits

dcmk story ideas (mostly just AUs where Ran is in the know bc f u gosho)

And my two most cringe but lovingly researched WIPs that will likely never be finished:

Cablepool Fix-it fic (Seriously Nate, you were fixing his brain and you didn't see the brainwashing wtaf) <- whole title 😌 this bs was 7k

helga foster story ongoing

#tag game #vee attempts to write #vee attempts to articulate their thoughts #So Many of these are P Cringe #but at least its only whats on my google docs. i stopped using Word two computers ago #i've been havin kind of a bad week so i was happy to get the tag thank u:)#long post #was tempted to put this under a readmore and if people ask me to i'll go back and edit it in #kiiiind of worried people who followed my ancient HA blog might be able to find me #from this post but #hi welcome to my blog I’m cringe #i will chat about this stuff if anyone wants to..

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ronsenburg · 6 years

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Listen, I don’t care what anyone says, the world is always going to need more Klavier Gavin with his hair up. So I commissioned the amazing, super talented, absolutely darling @merwild to draw him for me ♡ ♡ ♡

#I FIGURED I WROTE ABOUT IT ENOUGH #TIME TO ACTUALLY HAVE IT DRAWN #Klavier Gavin #ace attorney #words cannot express how in love with this i am #so i wont even try #ITS MY BOY ♡#ace attorney apollo justice #aa4 #seriously go follow coco if for some reason youre not #shes the best #and so sweet and fun to talk to too #this is too many tags

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Spending Halloween with Disney Characters!!!

Request: there was none. I figured I'd thank you all for 900+ followers and also just give you a sweet Halloween treat! Happy Halloween everybody! Stay safe to all of you heading out and all of you staying in, enjoy your night.

Woody, Buzz + Jessie (Toy Story)

While Andy is out trick or treating, the toys will play!

And by play, of course I mean sit inside Andy's room and watch one of the many Halloween themed kids movies Andy and Molly have

Stealing Woody's hat to wear on your own head. When he asks for it back, explaining that you can't give it back because you're being a cowboy for Halloween

Scaring Rex, Hamm and Mr. Potato Head (they're really easy to scare and Jessie loves pulling Halloween pranks with you!)

Mission with Buzz to steal some of the Halloween candy mom bought for the trick or treaters downstairs

Sitting on the windowsill with Woody, watching the neighborhood children go door to door

And yeah, you fall asleep way before Andy gets home

And yeah, Woody steals his hat back

Halloween well spent though, you think

Lilo & Stitch

Halloween is one of Lilo and Stitch's favourite holidays

Their love of the holiday inspires you to love it just as much

The three of you do all the classic Halloween traditions

Carving pumpkins, trick or treating, dressing up in costume, watching horror movies (or the child equivalent because Nani won't let you watch actual horror movies)

Every house you go to praises Stitch's costume, you're not exactly sure if they're referencing his actual costume or just the fact that he's an alien

Either way, you all get a really good haul and at the end of the day, you split it all evenly. You and Lilo pick out your favourites and Stitch gets all the rest.

And yeah, you're all bouncing off the walls for months after that but it's a lot of fun!

Miguel Rivera (Coco)

Halloween isn't really a huge thing in Mexico, but children still celebrate it nonetheless

Miguel often gets stuck being in charge of his younger family members while his parents, uncles and aunts hang out

So, the two of you have to go really slow for trick or treating

But you don't mind, it's actually one of your favourite times of the year for that reason

Sometimes, Miguel will bring his guitar and strum a bit while the two of you walk

Somehow, the night always ends with the two of you siting together laughing

Costumes aren't really your guys' thing, you guys don't really collect candy anyway. That's more for the younger kids. It's just an excuse for the two of you to hang out without any worries for a night and be a kid.

Nick Wilde + Judy Hopps (Zootopia)

You can't tell me Nick and Judy wouldn't be an absolute delight to spend Halloween night with!

They would definitely be the type of people to take you to a costume party, they just seem like they really enjoy the vibes of a good party

The three of you would totally match costumes too, it would be Judy's idea, Nick would just go along to make her happy, you would love it just as much

And yeah the three of you would have a blast, dancing together

But you'd all definitely leave the party early and pick up some candy from the local grocery store

And you'd definitely sit on the couch for the rest of the night, in your costumes watching horror movies

Nick loves them, Judy would rather watch something else but since Nick gave into her costume idea she wouldn't say a word

You'd just be happy to be spending time with them

(Nick would totally try and scare you and Judy sometime during the night as well. Sly fox.)

Lightning McQueen + Mater (Cars)

These two would be so much fun to hang around on Halloween because they literally would just love scaring people

Seriously, there would be so many laughs in Radiator Springs that night

A lot of masks and hiding behind walls/buildings to scare the other townfolk

Sally scolds the three of you several times during the night, telling you to stop with the shenanigans and do something else

Luigi and Guido join in at some point during the night

Fillmore and Sarge watch you guys from Flo's, you're not sure if they're disappointed or amused

Sheriff and Lizzie both nearly lose it when you scare them but they think it's funny afterwards

Ramone and Flo stay in all night, which is disappointing to your scaring gang

Doc doesn't even flinch. You're all literally just a pain in his behind while he's trying to do more important things.

Red is the only person you actually manage to upset but it's okay! You all apologize!

(Bonus: if Lightning is at a race for Halloween, then the three of you scare the other racers and Mack instead)

Goofy + Max (A Goofy Movie)

The last time you tried to go trick or treating with the Goof family, Goofy ended up in the ER

(it's a long story, but really that person shouldn't have left their garden gnome out in the centre of the dimly lit walkway)

So this year, you and Max decide to stay in instead

You make popcorn and set up a movie to watch

Goofy promises he won't join and ruin your teenage fun, but that doesn't last very long. By the time you're halfway through the second movie, he's joined in

And it's a lot of fun sitting there watching movies, occasionally getting up to hand out treats to some of the trick or treaters

Max actually finds he doesn't mind his father being there as much as he thought he would

The three of you have a really pleasant evening and yeah, you fall asleep on the couch but it's well deserved after a long fun filled night

The Duck/McDuck Family (DuckTales 2017)

McDuck Manor is the best place to spend Halloween

The children all go out for Halloween, so does Scrooge, which leaves the manor in the capable hands of Donald, Della and Launchpad (who still doesn't have a firm grasp on this whole thing but he's trying)

Oh and Launchpad's boyfriend, Drake Mallard, because Dewey invited Gosalyn to trick or treat with them

Donald hands out candy, because he loves seeing the smiling faces on the children as he adds to their sugary loot for the night

Della tries (and mostly fails) to scare the kids, kids aren't as easily scared nowadays as they were before she ended up on the moon. Stupid internet.

You, Drake and Launchpad spend most of the night with your feet propped up watching Darkwing Duck reruns and tossing candy halfheartedly at each other from across the room

Things get a tad bit more interesting when Gyro and Fenton join the group to wait for Boyd to come back from trick or treating with the kids

And by interesting, of course, I mean, the group of you decide to play Halloween charades but it just turns into a one sided showing up contest on Drake's part

Either way, fun night and you hope you can spend time at the manor for holidays more often

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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One Of Them Girls (Part 2)

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

A follow-up to This Request from @lakamaa12

Warnings: language, slight steam towards the end, Angel being?? the sweetest human

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: Back by popular demand! It took me a little bit to get into the groove of a part 2 for this one but I really like how it turned out. Angel is the sweetest and he deserves the best. Hope y’all enjoy!

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You woke up late the next morning to the sound of your roommate clamoring around in the kitchen. You wanted to be annoyed but when you looked at the clock, your eyes went wide. It was almost noon—and you had to be at work in two hours. You let out a deep sigh as you got out of bed.

You got ready as quickly as you could, opting out of doing much of anything with your makeup and hair. It wasn’t like your manager was going to care anyway. You strode into the kitchen, immediately grabbing a travel mug from the cabinet for your coffee.

“You slept late,” Elena said with a hint of amusement in her tone, “Long night?”

You chuckled and shook your head as you dumped coffee into your mug, “Not like whatever it is that you’re thinking. He just gave me a ride home, that’s it.”

“Mhm,” she leaned back against the counter, unable to wipe the smile off of her face, “You left his hoodie hanging off the bathroom door.”

You sighed, looking up at the ceiling, “It was cold, and he let me borrow it.”

“You can say you like him, you know,” she laughed, “The ground isn’t gonna open underneath you if you say you think some guy is cute.”

You smiled but shook your head, “I gotta go—slept through my alarm,” you gathered up your purse and keys, “You got plans tonight?”

She shook her head, “Nope. You?”

“None at all,” you laughed, “I’m recovering from all the human interaction yesterday.”

“Thanks for coming. I know you didn’t really want to.”

You took a sip of your coffee, “Hate to say it, but it was actually pretty fun. So, thank you,” you chuckled, “But I’m not doing shit once I get home from work tonight. No extra human interaction for me.”

You said goodbye and took off out the door. You hadn’t even made it to work yet and you already couldn’t wait to be back home. There was one more semester between you and finishing college, and you couldn’t wait until you could actually get a full-time job that you enjoyed. You were lucky that you worked in a restaurant where your coworkers and your boss were all good people, but you couldn’t wait to be done with it.

When you came home, you were hit with a wave of heat and the scent of good food as soon as you walked through the door. Your body instantly relaxed as you kicked off your shoes and tossed your purse onto the couch. Elena watched and shook her head at you with a smile.

“Welcome home, honey,” she laughed as she grabbed plates out of the cupboard.

You laughed, “So glad I get to come home to you,” you walked into the kitchen and looked over everything that she was making, “Real talk though, thanks for taking care of dinner.”

“Think of it as my thank you for coming out with me last night.”

“Are you trying to reward me into socializing with people?”

She laughed, “Would it work?”

You looked back at the food, “…maybe.”

“Speaking of which,” she started piling food onto her plate, “Angel texted me today.”

“Everything alright?”

She waited for you to look at her again, “He asked about you.”

You already had a forkful of food in your mouth, “What about me?”

She laughed, “He was just letting me know that he had a really good time with you and wanted to see you again. I guess after the whole ass-beating comment he felt like he had to get my approval. Which…was smart of him,” she smiled.

You laughed, “Oh my god,” you shook your head, “Put the fear of god in the poor guy.”

Despite the fact that you were trying to play it off, you couldn’t deny that the fact that Angel had reached out to her about you felt good. It made you feel like he might’ve been taking the whole thing at least a little seriously. You didn’t know just how serious you were looking for things to be, but you knew you weren’t in the mood to be jerked around by anyone.

Elena must’ve seen each thought cross your face because she nudged you gently as you both walked over to the couch, “You good?”

You snapped out of it, nodding, “Yea, I’m good.”

“If you don’t wanna see him again, you don’t have to,” she took a bite of her food, “I mean I love the guys but I’d be the first to say that they aren’t for everyone.”

“No,” you shook your head, “It’s not that. It’s just, I dunno. I don’t even know what I’m up for, you know?”

She nodded, “I know. I think he might be good for you, honestly. He’s a good guy. A little impulsive sometimes,” she shook her head with a smile, “But he’s got a good heart.”

You knew that she wasn’t lying about that. You could feel that emanating from him when the two of you were sitting and talking the night before. You nodded and didn’t say anything more about it. She put a show on the television and your previous conversation fell by the wayside. It was hard not to think about it, though.

Once you were done with dinner, you hopped in the shower. You were in your room, getting ready to change into your pajamas for the night when your phone started to go off on your bed. Seeing Angel’s name flashing on the screen sent nervousness and excitement through you at the same time. You sat down on the bed still in your towel and took a deep breath before answering.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Everything alright?”

“Yea,” he chuckled, “just wanted to make sure you really gave me the right number.”

You laughed, “For a moment I thought about playing the John Cena theme song just to give you a good scare.”

Along with his laughter you could hear a lot of voices in the background, and you assumed that he was at the clubhouse, “Your sweetness overwhelms me.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh, “Believe it or not, that’s not the first time someone has said that to me,” you paused, biting at your lip as you waited for him to say why he was calling, “Not that I don’t want to hear from you, but was there a reason you called?”

The pause that followed was unsettling, but finally you heard him take a breath, “Yea. I, uh, I just wanted to know if you’d want to go out sometime,” he paused for a moment, “With me.”

You smiled, “With you? I mean, in that case,” you let slip a quiet laugh, “I might be able to budget some time in my schedule.”

“Really?”

“Not even I am mean enough to joke about that,” you chuckled.

He laughed, “Okay. Wow. Um, okay, yea. How…how does Thursday night sound?”

“Sounds good.”

You could hear him let out a sigh of relief, “I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“It’s a date,” just saying the words made you feel giddy. You were curious about one thing, though, “What made you decide to call and ask?”

His laughter had a touch of nervousness to it and you found it hard to believe that he was a man that got nervous about much of anything, “I was gonna wait a couple days so you wouldn’t think that I was a creep. Or a clinger,” he laughed for a moment, “But I, um, I couldn’t get you outta my head.”

Your entire body felt warm, “You’re sweet.”

“Sometimes,” he laughed, “Also Coco said that if I didn’t say something he would call you up and say something for me. And neither of us want that.”

You shook your head and laughed, “Right.”

There was a beat of silence, “So I’ll see you Thursday?”

“I’ll see you Thursday.”

The relief was palpable in his voice, “Alright. Have a good night, querida.”

You were thankful that he couldn’t see the cheesy grin on your face, “You too, Angel.”

You hung up the call and tossed your phone to the side as you flopped backwards onto your bed, still wrapped in your towel. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as you stared up at the ceiling. You covered your face with your hands, unable to remember the last time a phone call left you feeling so giddy.

As if on cue, Elena came sliding into your room, “Did I just hear you confirm a date with Angel?” her smile stretched from ear to ear, clearly thankful for the thin walls of your apartment.

You wanted to have a witty remark but you were too busy being excited. You laughed and nodded, “You did.”

“Yes!” she ran over and tackled you in a hug on the bed, “Oh this is so exciting!”

You laughed as you felt her practically vibrating with excitement for you, “What’d I just get myself into?”

“An adventure!”

You had lived through a lot of weeks that seemed to drag on, but nothing quite like the week leading up to your date with Angel. Focusing in your classes was doable, but it wasn’t easy when you could feel your phone vibrating inside your backpack with texts from Angel. It caught you by surprise that he was able to text you and keep a conversation going all day—the two of you didn’t seem to run out of things to talk about and it was refreshing.

Your work shift on Wednesday night felt like it lasted for a lot longer than six hours. You just wanted to get the day over with already so it would finally be Thursday. In all of your conversations during the week, Angel had never let slip what the plan was for your date the following night. It was a little maddening but you also couldn’t deny that you liked the slight mystery of it all. He had done you the courtesy of letting you know that you wouldn’t have to dress up for it.

“You sure you’re not just setting me up to be super underdressed?” you asked while you talked on the phone with him Thursday afternoon.

He laughed, “That’d be funny, but I promise I’m not doing that.”

“Hmm,” you held the phone loosely in your hand while you pulled random tops out of your closet, “I don’t know if I believe you.”

“No trust,” his smile was audible.

“Don’t take it so personally,” you chuckled.

“You worry too much, querida,” he laughed, “You’ll look great no matter what. I’ll see you in a few hours, alright?”

“Alright, I’ll see you in a bit.”

The two of you said a quick goodbye and you tossed your phone aside with a sigh. Being told to wear whatever for a date felt like a trap. You had a number of shirts laid out in front of you, taking over your bed. Part of you wanted to do the unthinkable and ask Elena for fashion advice, but you weren’t sure you were ready for everything that might entail, especially if it was supposed to be casual.

You mulled over your choices for a minute too long, though. She was walking by to go to the kitchen when she saw you standing in your leggings and bra, looking over your choices. She poked her head in and cleared her throat louder than necessary.

“Can I weigh in?”

“Would me saying no even matter?”

“Nope!” she laughed as she walked over and looked at the shirts on your bed, “Where you guys going?”

You shrugged helplessly, “No clue—he won’t tell me. He just said that I could wear whatever I want, whatever I’m comfortable in. Said it’s nothing fancy,” you paused, “Should I believe him?”

She nodded, “Yea, I don’t think he’d lie about that,” she tapped her chin, seemingly deep in thought, “The red top is cute, plus it’ll look nice with the leggings.”

“Yea?”

“Yea,” she picked it up and handed it to you, “He’s gonna think you’re hot regardless of what you wear. As he should,” she chuckled.

You had to laugh as you pulled the shirt on over your head, “Thank you.”

She left you to your own devices after her initial piece of advice. You knew that you were getting ready way ahead of schedule, and that realistically all you were going to do was sit and wait and let yourself get more jittery than necessary. But now that you had started getting ready it was hard to distract yourself and kill time until Angel came to get you.

You took longer than necessary with your hair and makeup solely to try and keep yourself busy for as long as possible. Every few minutes you looked over and checked the time on your phone, each time disappointed that more time hadn’t gone by. You drummed your fingernails on the surface of your dresser, trying to think of ways to fill the remaining time before Angel showed up to pick you up.

“You can come out here and help me with laundry if you’re that bored,” you heard Elena call from the living room with a laugh, “I can hear your fingernails from here.”

You laughed but caved and made your way out to her, finding a spot on the couch next to her in the mess of unfolded, clean clothes. She tossed you a shirt and you shook your head as you began to fold and stack with her, glad to have a menial task to fill the time and keep you from going too insane.

The two of you were wrapped up in a conversation, and you had completely lost track of the time, when you heard a knock at the door. Your eyes grew wide and you checked the time on your phone, cursing under your breath as you stood up. You asked Elena to go and answer the door while you went to find a pair of shoes to wear.

You could hear the two of them chatting and laughing as you grabbed a cute pair of sneakers that had gotten shoved underneath your bed at some point. You were pulling it over the heel of your foot, hopping down the hallway towards the living room where Angel stood waiting for you.

You felt your eyes go wide as you looked at him. He looked like a completely different man without his kutte on for some reason. He just had a plain black t-shirt on with his jeans and work boots, but for some reason you felt all of your words get caught in your throat.

“You look great,” he said with a smile, “You ready to go?”

You nodded, “Yea, yea I’m good.��

You walked over and were following him out the door when Elena caught you gently by the arm, “Relax. Have a good time. If you need to bail just text me and I’ll totally call with a fake emergency.”

You laughed, “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, but thank you.”

“Text me when you get there,” she gave you a quick hug goodbye.

“Will do. Love you.”

“Love you too,” she waved and shut the door after you.

You met Angel in the lobby of your apartment building. He looked over at you with a smile, “All good?”

You nodded, “All good. Elena was just making sure I still had my pepper spray.”

“I’ll never know peace with you two around, will I?”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Not at all.”

“You up for another ride on the bike? Or was the first ride too traumatizing for you?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’ll be fine.”

Handing over his helmet with a smile, Angel climbed onto his bike and waited for you to hop on behind him. You got situated, arms wrapping around him much more comfortably this time around. You rested your chin on top of his shoulder for a moment, a smile creeping across your face.

“So do I get to know what we’re doing, yet?”

“Nope,” he shook his head with a laugh, “Hang on tight, Y/N.”

The way your name rolled off his tongue left butterflies in your stomach, but you didn’t get too much time to think about it as he peeled away from the curb and took off down the street. Besides the roar of his motorcycle, your laughter was the only thing that either of you could hear as he tore down the street. You could feel his body shake slightly with laughter beneath your arms as he drove.

The streetlights blurred as the two of you raced by them. Even if the city was whipping by you at race-like speeds, you had to admit that there was something beautiful about all of it. Despite the fact that there was no pausing to look at anything for too long, flying past dimly-lit storefronts in your sleepy little town felt like an adventure all its own when you found yourself latched to Angel.

Your ride didn’t last nearly long enough. As excited as you were to get to the next part of your date, you could’ve spent the whole evening just doing that. He rolled into the driveway of a house, one that you had to assume was his. You couldn’t hide the fact that you were surprised as he parked the bike and hopped off, holding out his hands to help you do the same.

You hung the helmet off the handlebar as you looked back and forth between Angel and his house. He saw the slight look of confusion on your face and chuckled, “Everything alright?”

You laughed, trying to play it off, “Yea, just figured you’d take me to dinner before you tried to take me home.”

He shook his head as he gently rested his hand on the small of your back and guided you up the driveway, “It’s a one-stop shop, baby,” he couldn’t contain his laughter at the way you rolled your eyes at him, “Nah but I know you said you really don’t like going out and doing shit around people. Figured this might be more your speed?”

Your face got hot for a moment and you nodded, “Thank you.”

“It ain’t much,” Angel said as he unlocked the door, “But the kitchen works which is the most important thing.”

You chuckled and nodded in agreement as you followed him into his house. Once you slipped out of your shoes you looked around, trying to get a feel for what you were walking into. You had the feeling that he put a little extra effort into straightening up the place given the current circumstances. Even so, his house still felt very much like a home. It wasn’t overly cluttered, but there were a good number of photos on the walls, along with more than a couple bookshelves that were filled to the brim in the living room, taking up wall space on either side of his television.

“I prepped most of it,” Angel said as he walked over to the kitchen, “Just gotta put it together. Shouldn’t take too long. You can snoop around while you wait if you want,” there was a knowing smirk on his face.

You laughed, “There’ll be plenty of time for snooping. I’m much more interested to see what you can do in the kitchen.”

“You think I can’t cook?”

“It’s not one of the first skills I would’ve assumed you had, no.”

“No fuckin’ trust,” he laughed.

You found yourself leaning against the counter, watching him as he started pulling everything together for dinner. You had to admit that you were impressed by his culinary skills. For a man who didn’t come off as someone who spent a whole lot of time in the kitchen, he seemed to have a pretty good idea of what he was doing. Or if he didn’t, he was good at faking it.

“You should keep your fingers curled a little more,” you commented as you watched him start to slice the items laid out on the cutting board.

“What?” he looked over at you.

“Yea, like this, lemme show you,” you took the knife from him and showed him the proper way to keep your fingers bent, “That way you won’t accidentally cut the tips of your fingers off. Keeping them intact will probably make it easier to ride, yea?”

He chuckled as he took the knife back from you, “Maybe.”

That was the last time you interjected into his process unless he asked you to grab something out of the fridge or one of the cabinets for him. It was peaceful, comfortable, moving around the kitchen with him.

“You want to pick a movie to watch with dinner?” he asked as he was finishing things up on the stove.

“Sure! You’re not gonna cut off any fingers while I’m gone, are you?”

“I think I’ll be alright. I made it this many years and I still got all ten.”

You laughed as you walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. You scrolled through what Netflix was recommending for him, trying to get a good gauge on what you should be choosing. This definitely felt like it was a little bit of a test.

“Sorry if there’s weird shit popping up on there,” he chuckled, “Coco uses mine and his interests are…unique.”

You laughed, “So that’s your story?”

“And I’m sticking to it,” he smiled at you as he brought over two plates, setting them down on the coffee table before disappearing back into the kitchen to grab drinks for the two of you.

Dinner was much better than you initially thought it was going to be. He was certainly a man that was full of surprises. You had to admit that you were surprised at how comfortable you felt around him, especially in his own house. He was making a conscious effort to try and be as open and inviting as possible, and it was working.

Once you were both done eating, you found yourself nestled up against his side, his arm draped around your shoulders. His thumb traced lightly back and forth as his eyes stayed focused on the movie. You tried to stay focused, but it was difficult. You reached and draped your arm across his stomach while you laid against him and you felt him chuckle.

“Comfortable?”

You looked up at him with a smile, “Yea. You?”

He gave you a light squeeze, “Yea.”

The two of you fell silent for a few minutes before Angel started his own commentary about what was going on in the movie. You had to laugh, shaking your head as he successfully ruined every serious moment. It was obvious that both of you had seen the film before, because you were both cracking jokes about it.

When the credits started to roll, Angel looked down at you with a smile, “Thanks for doing this with me.”

You sat upright, “Of course. No need to thank me—I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

“Hopefully it lived up to your expectations?”

You nodded, “Surpassed them for sure. Like I said, I didn’t think you could cook,” you laughed.

He chuckled and shook his head as he stood up, collecting your plates, “Y’know sometimes you can just be nice.”

You watched him, trying to ignore the butterflies taking over your stomach, “But where’s the fun in that?”

He walked back over, standing by the couch with a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. You could see that there were a lot of thoughts running around his brain. “We can totally watch part 2, which was basically made to be made fun of, unless you wanna get going—”

“No,” you cut him off, biting your lip lightly at how eager you knew you sounded, “I’m in no rush, really. I’ll totally stay and talk shit for a few more hours.”

He smiled as he sat back down next to you, motioning for you to come and curl back up against his side again, “Sounds good to me.”

Your hand was resting against his chest as you laughed at a stupid joke he’d just made. You felt his hand come to rest over yours, completely enveloping it for a moment. It sent a wave of warmth throughout your entire body. You almost didn’t realize what was happening as he lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. Your entire face started to get hot as you looked up at him. There was a smirk on his face and you knew that he knew exactly what he was doing to you, even if you didn’t want to give him that kind of satisfaction.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

You smiled, finding yourself biting back a laugh as you nodded, “Yea, I think I’ll allow that.”

He laughed, “I did cook you dinner like you asked, right?”

You rolled your eyes, smile still taking over your features, “Don’t make me change my mind.”

“Right, right,” he gently cupped your face in his hand and pulled your lips to his.

Almost instantly you felt yourself melting into him. Your hand still rested on his chest and you could feel how quickly his heart was beating. You smiled into the kiss as you felt his thumb glide gently across your cheek while his lips moved against yours.

Without giving it much of a second thought, you shifted yourself so that you were in his lap, straddling him. His arms fell naturally around your waist, keeping you pulled tight against his chest. Your hands rested on either side of his neck, fingertips tracing along his jawline as he continued to deepen your kiss, biting lightly at your bottom lip.

You pulled away to catch your breath, your lips mere centimeters away from his. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you couldn’t remember the last time someone had made you feel that way from just a kiss.

He let out a breathy laugh as his hand ran up and down your back, “You’re somethin’ else, Y/N.”

“You don’t even know the half of it,” you laughed as you leaned back, trailing your fingers lightly through his beard.

He lifted and easily shifted you so that you were draped across his lap, curled up into his chest. One hand rested on your side while the other landed on your knee. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’m more than willing to find out if you’ll let me.”

You smiled up at him, “I just might.”

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blackmissfrizzle · 3 years

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Just Right (3)

Part 2

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!plussized!reader

Chapter Summary: Someone throws a wrench in the plans.

Chapter Warning: Footbal AU. Don’t hate me please 😬 angst, implied smut, and some very petty behavior.

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The next morning, you had a pep in your step. Angel left you in bed with breakfast and a note saying he went on a run.

Coming downstairs you heard Angel’s voice, you assumed he was on the phone and not talking to the devil herself.

“Adelita, this is a surprise.” Angel backed away from her when he heard your voice.

“Y/N,” she smiled and pulled you into a hug. Backing away she twirled your hair around your finger. “I see the drought is over. Who’s the lucky guy?” If Adelita wasn’t so damn conceited she would’ve smelled Angel on you. But of course, you wouldn’t be able to bag a guy like Angel.

Angel cleared his throat and stepped in between the two of you, grabbing onto Adelita’s hips. “Uhh, let’s leave Y/N alone. I’m sure she’s not the kiss and tell type.”

“Not around you.” She joked, patting Angel’s chest. “Once we’re done talking me and you can have some girl talk like old times. Just you’ll be the one sharing stories this time.”

The nerve. This is the second time in your life that you wanted to knock Adelita out. “Yeah sure.” You gave her a tight smile over your shoulder and went back to your room.

While walking you could hear the hushed whispers and the sounds of lips kissing. As soon as you knew you were out of sight you ran to your room and immediately started packing.

“What are you doing?” Right after Adelita left, Angel ran to you. “What does it look like Angel?”

Tugging your pants out of your hands, Angel stopped you. “You don’t have to leave.”

“And what?!” You screamed in his face. “Stay here with you and Adelita?!”

He tried to hug you, but you pushed him away. “You really must be crazy. How are you just gonna take her back?”

“She was my fiancée, she deserves the benefit of the doubt.” Angel explained like it was a one size fits all reason.

“Oh, the same fiancée that dumped you once your future was unsure.” You scrunched your face up. “The same fiancée that told you it was over through a letter? The same fiancée that was all over social media hanging out and partying while you were in rehab? The same fiancée that so happens to ‘coincidentally’ come back into your life after you just made the biggest comeback ever?” You brushed past him went out the door. “Yeah, you can miss me with that bullshit.”

Angel trailed behind you, hoping he could amend things with you. “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

Whipping around you shoved him. “Yeah, you are. You know honestly, I don’t feel bad for myself as much as I do for you. I pray to God that he never makes me as pathetic as you. Have a nice life, Angel Reyes.”

Opening the front door revealed a sympathetic Mr. Felipe and an angry EZ. They both tried to stop you, but you kissed each man goodbye promising to keep in touch.

EZ waited until he saw you drive away to attack his brother. “What the fuck did you do?” Angel blocked some of his brother’s punches, but EZ managed to get some in.

Felipe was able to pull his youngest off his eldest. “EZ that’s enough!”

“Nah, Pop! You saw her. She practically ran out in tears.”

“It’s none of your damn business, Ezekiel!” Angel tried to walk away from them, but Felipe stopped him. “Explain yourself, son.”

“Adelita.” Both his father and brother groaned at that name. Now they knew why you ran out like that.

EZ didn’t have time for whatever excuse that his brother had. “You two deserve each other. And I hope when you come to your senses it’s too late.” He slammed the door on the way out, too disgusted with Angel to stay.

A few moments later Felipe followed his son out. “Pop,” Angel cried out, hoping to gain some sort of sympathy. “Not right now, Angel.” He stopped at the door and looked back at his son. “Unlike your brother I hope it won’t be too late for you to come to your senses. When you stick your head out of your ass, you and Y/N are perfect for each other.”

Once he was alone, Angel sat on the staircase wondering if he made the right decision.

Losing Angel just wasn’t about your heart breaking, but also losing your best friend. Those months spent with him was probably the best time of your life. The only thing that got you through the days were work and Rio.

At first, he assured you that he could just be your friend but someway somehow, he wormed his way into something more. You told him that you didn’t want him as some rebound, but he cockily said, “Ain’t no way I’m a rebound.” So, you stayed and started dating him.

You were reading a book when Rio came and laid his head in your lap. “Mamaaaa,” he sung kissing the little bit of your exposed fupa. “What do you want?” He was only this adorable when he wanted something like that extra cookie that would mess up his diet. “Nothing extra. Just go to dinner with me.”

“That’s it?” You closed your book and set it down to look at him curiously. “Yeah, I got a dress picked out, hairstylist and makeup artist on the way.”

“Wait, what kind of dinner is this?” Dinners with Rio never required all the hoopla. “The league always hosts a dinner for all the teams in the semifinals.”

“I know, I know, I know,” Rio trampled over your words, not letting you get a word in. “I know that dumbass is gonna be there, but I think it would be the perfect place to show him what he’s missing out on.”

If you went this would be the first time you saw Angel and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that. Last time he made you look like a fool. “I don’t know Rio.”

Sitting up, Rio picked you up and sat you down in your lap. “But mama,” he attacked your neck with his lips, adding a little bite every now and then. “I’ll be bored without you. And who am I gonna shove in a closet and fuck her like a dirty girl?”

“You’ll be fine without me for a couple of hours.”

“Alright, time for the big guns.” Rio led you to his bedroom with a covered mannequin in the center. Unveiling the mannequin, he revealed the most beautiful dress. You would be crazy to not wear that dress.

“Ok, I’ll go!” Rio pulled you by your hips against him. “Good, I thought I would have to use my other negotiation methods.”

“Nah, I still need convincing.” Rio backed you into the bed and pulled off your shorts. “Okay, but you got 15 minutes to cum two times before the stylist gets here.”

Angel was doing his best at trying to keep his cool. Adelita was making her way through all the owners, sponsors, and players ‘networking’ to gain traction for her cause. It wasn’t that he didn’t support, actually he was very supportive of it, but this night was in celebration of him and the other players. And he couldn’t ask her to quit it without looking like a complete douchebag.

“Are you two seriously making bets?” Angel wasn’t paying that much attention to Coco and Gilly until they said Adelita’s name. They were betting on when she would corner their team owner, Miguel Galindo. “How else are we gonna pass the time? Ain’t like there’s scintillating conversation.” Coco collected money from Riz and put it in his breast pocket.

“Pendejo,” Angel ordered another drink and while waiting for it he heard Coco whistle. Turning around to see what made Coco speechless, Angel was glad that he already set his old glass on the bar top, because he would’ve dropped it. There you were in the most beautiful dress looking like a goddess, but his mood soured when he saw that it was Rio escorting you.

Bishop walked up beside him and smacked him in the back of the head. “Fucking dumbass. Now she’s with that asshole.” Angel opened his mouth to say something, but Bishop held up his hand. “I don’t wanna hear it. And you better leaver her alone, she looks happy.” His coach pointed his chin towards you and Rio kissing. Angel slammed back his drink and ordered another one. This was about to be a long night.

“I’m gonna go say hi to Bishop and the guys.” Rio looked for your friends and saw that Angel was right there next to them. “You sure? You want me to go with you?” It warmed your heart that Rio was so protective over you. It was unfamiliar territory for you. Usually, you were the one protecting others. “No, you stay here with your team, I’ll be okay.” Rio quirked his eyebrow, questioning you. He was trying to break you out of the habit of you masking your feelings, pretending you’re fine when you’re really not. “Rio, I promise. I’ll be good.” You patted his chest and started to walk away, but then he caught Angel staring at the two of you real hard and he couldn’t help but give him a show.

Spinning you around into his arms, Rio smashed his lips against yours. His still taste a little bit of yourself from when he wanted to make you his meal. Rio’s hands drifted to your ass and you did little to stop him. Ending the kiss, he tugged your bottom lip slowly releasing it and ending your connection. “Go say hi to your friends.” He whispered in your ear, fixing some of your lipstick that got under your lips.

Angel wanted to knock Rio the clean the fuck out. Who the fuck did he think he was practically dry humping you in public like that? “You better keep your mouth shut. You lost your privileges to be mad.” Coach Hank warned Angel as he saw you approach the group.

“Hey guys!” You were genuinely happy to see all of them. Since, you cut off contact with Angel you haven’t talked to any of them at all.

They all lined up to hug you, almost fighting each other to be the first one. But Angel waited his turn. He had a lot more to say than just hi.

It was a bit awkward at first. Neither one of you made the first move. Eventually, you threw yourself in his arms and you were almost a goner. You did not know that hugging him would bring back all those feelings you tried to bury deep down.

“You look beautiful.” He kept a hand around your wrist, his thumb stroking the inside of it. “Thank you.”

His eyes kept dipping to your dress. There were some cut out pieces revealing more skin than he cared for. “Where’s the rest of your dress?”

Snatching your wrist away, you crossed your arms over your chest to keep yourself from slapping the shit out of Angel. “Rio doesn’t seem to mind.”

Angel invaded your space and glared down at you. “Do I look like Rio?”

“Do I look like Adelita?”

Angel bit the inside of his cheek. He knew he had no reason to question you. You weren’t his, but damn it he wanted you to be.

“This was a mistake coming over here. Go back and talk to your fiancée.”

“She’s not my fiancée.”

Skrtt, you stopped your retreat. “Say what?”

“I said she’s not my fiancée.” Angel wasn’t able to explain further. Adelita finally came and graced you with her presence. She didn’t pay any attention to Angel. All her attention was on you. Adelita was actually pulling you away to talk to one of the other coaches about joining their staff.

This was almost as torturous as talking to Angel. Adelita barely let you get a word in. She was acting like she was your damn agent. Luckily, Rio came and saved the day.

“Where are we going?” You whispered as he pulled you into the hallway. “Don’t worry about it.” He jiggled each door until he found an unlocked door and pushed you through.

“Rio no,” you weakly protested clutching onto his tux. “What? You don’t wanna give daddy a little something something?” He pouted, knowing it was your weakness.

“Okay, but it has to be fast.” Rio kissed you some more knowing how turned you got by simply making out.

Due to your combined breaths getting heavier neither one of you heard the turning of the doorknob. It wasn’t until the light from the hallway shone on you and Rio, exposing your dirty deed.

“Oh shit, my bad dawg!” Angel lifted his head from Adelita’s neck and apologized to the other couple. He didn’t mean it all. Angel saw Rio lead you to the hallway and by the mischievous look he had on his face, he knew his opponent was up to no good.

The little smirk on Angel’s face told you that none of it was an accident. “It’s okay, I wasn’t feeling well anyway. I think we should go home.” You smirked back at Angel. He wasn’t the only one that can play games.

“C’mon Angel, they need to get home.” Adelita winked at you and led an unwilling Angel back to the party.

You were almost out until you got stopped by Mr. Galindo. He was the only team owner you hadn’t talked to that night.

With Miguel Galindo trying to convince you to join his staff and Adelita standing next to you patiently waiting for her chance, Angel and Rio were left alone with each other.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but stay the fuck away from Y/N. You’re no good for her.” Angel had to refrain from snatching up Rio as he laughed. “You got jokes man.” Rio stepped closer to him, they were basically nose to nose. “At least when I make her cry it’s from my dick and not from being a dickwad.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you kept watch on Rio and Angel. Those two couldn’t be alone without trying to fight in the first 30 seconds.

The scene before you was getting to be too much, but you couldn’t do anything without being disrespectful towards Miguel. Thankfully, Coco and Gilly were watching them too and were able to pull Angel away.

Somehow Miguel talked you into staying for the entire dinner. And because the universe loved you so much you and Rio were assigned to the same table as Angel and Adelita.

After Adelita formally introduced herself to him. And you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or not, but it seemed that she was flirting with Rio. Not that you had anything to worry about. Rio wasn’t entertaining her at all.

“She take my money when I’m in need. Yeah, she’s a trifling’ friend indeed.” As soon as you recognized the notes, you tried to stomp Rio’s foot, but he was too quick.

“Huh, what was that?” Adelita didn’t quite catch what Rio was saying. “Oh nothing, I just got a song stuck in my head. Now I ain’t saying she a gold digger. But she ain’t messing’ with no broke bro.”

Angel had to admit to himself that was funny, but ain’t no way he’ll let Rio know that.

“Stop it!” You whispered in Rio’s ear. Even if Adelita was oblivious to him making fun of her, everyone else surrounding them wasn’t. “Now you know you always tell me that but we both know you don’t mean it hear or at home.” Heat crept up your face and all you could do was hide your face in the crook of Rio’s neck. Rio slightly turned to kiss your forehead while fingering the bracelet he got you.

Once the glint of the bracelet caught Adelita’s eye she snatched your wrist from Rio. You didn’t mind though because you and Rio were off in your own little world. Not even the harsh stare from Angel could tear your eyes away from Angel.

“Ouch! What the fuck, Angel?” Adelita rubbed at her ankle. “My bad.” He frowned as Rio smirked at him knowing full well he was the intended target.

As the night went on, Rio’s and Angel’s antics went up. You don’t know what you did, but you had two petty kings arguing over you. And at times it was funny but also stressful.

The little innuendos concerning you flew over Adelita’s head but everyone else was getting them. They were getting so vicious that Coco and Gilly started another bet on who would swing first.

The event was concluding when things got downright ugly. Angel once again voiced his concerns of Rio dating you. Rio had enough and went for the low blow. “You’re just mad because I already took your girl and I’m about to take your city and your ring.”

Coco and Gilly’s bet was long forgotten as Angel went for Rio. “Don’t be mad, Reyes. I’m just spitting facts. If I’m wanna keep it hunnid, if I threw the right amount of cash, I could have your other girl too.”

“RIO!” You scolded him trying to pull him away. Thank god, Adelita was nowhere near to hear that little bit.

“Nah, babe fuck that.” Rio shrugged you off of him and stood toe to toe to Angel. “You ain’t on top no more big dawg. Get use to it.”

Angel just shook his head and turned around like a wounded animal. “Coco, give Gilly his money.”

“What?” Coco asks too late because Angel threw the first punch at Rio. And once they started fighting it was hard to get them to stop. Even Gilly couldn’t hold Angel. It wasn’t until you did something that they stopped.

Bishop tried to stop you once he noticed what you were attempting to do, but you slipped right past him. The boys were in between blows giving you the perfect opportunity to step in the middle of them. As soon as you became an obstacle each man lowered their fist.

Angel actually started to cower some when he saw your face. This was like your training face but a thousand times worse. Rio never saw you this pissed and he was beginning to get scared to breath the wrong way. Either way both men knew to shut the hell up.

Facing Angel first, you shoved him in the chest. “Angel Ignacio Reyes, I know you were raised better than this.”

“I’m sorry.” Angel mumbled, his eyes downcasted.

“And you!” You faced Rio, pointing a finger in his face. “I’ll deal with you when we get home.”

“Next time leave your petty bullshit for the football field.” You told the both of them before heading out without even waiting for Rio.

Damn, you knew you should’ve stayed your behind at home.

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theonlinemuse · 3 years

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After the last couple of episodes, we’re back with more headcanons because Yolanda Montez officially needs A Break™. So @freckledpianoman and the rest of us on the Hournite Discord decided to have Yolanda and Alex get away from their parents and stay with supportive relatives, with bonus Starcat included.

Details about Yolanda’s extended family can be found here. Warning for massive Season 2 spoilers ahead:

Yolanda gets more and more withdrawn following quitting the JSA and the Dugan-Whitmores look at each other and just know that something’s up. And you know Courtney, she’s impulsive. Long story short, she and Alex team up (with a little help from Beth and Barbara) to get in contact with Yolanda’s Tia Mimi because Yolanda needs out of that house stat

Ironically, Mike calls it Operation Jailbreak, much to Rick’s disgruntlement (who has to bide his time since Courtney and Mike have a whole other plan for him, Operation Jailbreak: Electric Boogaloo)

As much as the Montezes limit Yolanda’s socialization, she’s allowed to visit her Abuelita Coco and Tia Mimi once a week. Her oldest cousin Josefa is at college while her cousin Charo goes to a different high school, but they keep in touch through phone calls and video chat. The cousins promised to call each other at least once a month so warning bells go off after a month and a half passes without anyone hearing from Yolanda, especially since she sounded so strained and anxious the last time they talked

Now they’ve heard Yolanda talk about her friends, but it’s still a surprise when a determined blonde shows up at their doorstep with Alex, looking to talk to them about Yolanda’s situation

“Who are you—wait, blonde hair, starry clothes. And that’s clearly Yoyi’s plaid shirt. You must be Courtney, Yolanda’s told us all about you.” “She has? I mean, great! That’s great! Hopefully it’s all been good, Ms Zurita.” “Please, you’re practically family at this point. Call me Mimi.”

At first Courtney is expecting the same aloof treatment she got from Mrs Montez so she’s totally floundering when she’s ushered in for tejate and memelas. She has no idea what’s going on, but she’s liking what’s happening so far. It helps ease some of the tension when she tells Abuelita Coco and Tia Mimi what happened with Yolanda and her parents. There was a lot of yelling and Josefa and Charo trying to stop Courtney and their mom from outright kidnapping Yolanda

“Just let abuelita talk to my mom, she’ll have to listen to us then!” “You mean the sweet old lady who kept giving me extra memelas? Her?” “Where do you think Yolanda gets her personality from? There’s no way mom can ignore her.”

Meanwhile Alex thinks that the reason that Mrs Montez called Courtney a bad influence was because she and Yolanda were dating. Alex has witnessed how devastated his sister was post-scandal and in the past six months, he’s never seen her so alive. She smiles like her old self when she talks to him about her friends, but there’s a particular shine when she talks about Courtney and he know his sister. He immediately knows that there’s something that Yolanda isn’t telling him, but he decides to quietly support her until she’s ready to say it

So when a jittery Courtney not-so-stealthily sets up a covert meetup at the diner, acting so much like a worried girlfriend that Alex is immediately in on whatever she’s got planned. That’s his sister, he’s going wherever she goes. Yolanda scolds him finds out his involvement later on, grumbling about meddlesome little brothers while putting him in a headlock

“Seriously Yoyi, I was ready to break you out myself if you kept moping about your girlfriend.” “Wait, you think Courtney and I are dating?” “...you literally texted her when your spidey senses went she's about to kiss a mediocre white boy, HOW ARE YOU NOT DATING?! You know what, nevermind, I gotta call Mike.” “What? “Don’t worry, we can fix this!”

It takes months, but eventually Tia Mimi is granted custody of the Montez siblings, though Mr and Mrs Montez do insist on Alex visiting them at least twice a month. Courtney, Beth, and the Dugan-Whitmores are eager to celebrate, but they decide to give Yolanda some time with her relatives while Courtney texts Yolanda nonstop for the rest of the day. Yolanda tries to hide it at first, but her parents fighting for custody of Alex while they say nothing to her makes her feel even more alone and it’s the final breaking point with Yolanda’s relationship with her parents

The first night at Tia Mimi’s house, she curls up on the bathroom floor and let herself cry. It's not long before Alex finds her and drags her into a bear hug, letting her vent all her sadness and frustration

“I’m just tired. Why wasn’t I enough for them?” “You didn’t do anything wrong, sis. They’re the ones who won’t forgive you. And they’re the ones who won’t listen to me. You’re better off away from them anyways. And hey, you still have me.” “Look at you, my chill little bro’s all grown up. When did that happen?”

Josefa and Charo eventually find them and wrangle them onto the couch for Gansitos and Mario Kart and the rest of the night is filled with screams and laughter. And for a second, Yolanda thinks that maybe, maybe things will start to get better for her. Now if only she can figure out why everyone is pestering her to answer Courtney’s texts...

“Pobrecita, it’s not easy for Yolanda to date these days.” “They could just be really good friends, abuelita.” “I’ll believe that when you say it with a straight face, papito. I’ve seen the Fear Street, I know las novias when I see them.”

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masterweaverx · 3 years

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RWBY Parents from Best to Worst

That’s right, everybody, I’m a-going to rank how terrible these people are to and for their kids! For the sake of covering as many parents as I can, I am defining ‘parent’ as either ‘legal guardian’ or ‘the one that gave birth to you’, and excluding relationships that are explicitly something else. That does mean that we’re going to miss out on some very important people, though, so before we begin, let’s have some Honorable Mentions!

Yang Xiao Long and Winter Schnee: Professional Momsisters

“That’s why big sisters come first, to protect the ones that come after.” I don’t know who said that to these two, if anybody actually did, but it’s a quote that most definitely applies to them. Not only would they take a bullet (or a sword, or a fireball) for their younger siblings, they took the time out to give them affection and training that they needed when their own parents weren’t quite doing the job. If I absolutely had to rank one of them as the better momsister, I’d say Yang, but that’s really only because Yang had less to deal with overall; a depressed single dad not being able to pull himself together just doesn’t stack up with an abusive powermonger, a self-loathing drunkard, and all the institutional bigotry and pressure of Atlas. Plus, you know, Winter went into the military for a bit. Still, pretty good track record considering!

Klein Sieben: Doing the work of seven good dads

Look, there is only one reason Klein wasn’t listed before the momsisters, and that reason is that he is technically the hired help (and could therefore become the fired help). He is, hands down, a better surrogate parent than Yang and Winter, providing guidance and care to all the Schneeblings and very effectively undoing the damage Jacques Gele (HE DOES NOT GET TO BE CALLED SCHNEE!) did to them. And he even helped out Willow! If he was allowed to do more, he would absolutely be My Real Dad of the year.

Qrow Branwen: “The only one that gets to be sad in this house is me!”

Qrow has a lot of flaws. Like, so so many flaws. As Yang said in a noncanon spinoff, he’s cool but not exactly a role model. Thing is, you don’t have to be a role model to be a good parent--you just have to make sure your kids (or nieces in this case) get good advice and the opportunity to grow into the best versions of themselves they can be. And when Qrow’s not beating himself up or drowning his sorrows, he’s actually very good at helping Yang and Ruby. Honestly the only reason he’s not on the actual list is because he’s technically not a parent.

Uncle Copper: Adopting a blind kid automatically makes you cool

So here we have a character that appeared in a single flashback in the novels, but from what we do know he was pretty likely to be a good guy. Like, raising a blind kid is hard enough; raising a blind kid in a desert after their actual parents got nommed by sand is so, so much more difficult. And yet, this guy said ‘If nobody else is going to adopt this kid I will!’ and by all measures he was a very caring and loving guy. Also, shout-out to the tribe, who took Fox in after Copper got killed by some maniac (and also killed said maniac). Fox has had a rough life, but it’s been filled with supportive people. Not everyone can say that.

Starr Sanzang: She put up with Sun

Sure, she’s only had one scene in one novel, but Starr showed patience and caring and... probably did a lot to make sure Sun stays as aggressively cheery and patient as he is. Plus she’s got a dojo in Vacuo now... okay, I’ll be honest, I don’t know nearly enough about her to really assess her. Still, as far as cousins go, Sun Wukong could do a lot worse. And there are the implications of their motifs to factor in...

Rhodes: If you’d done even just a little bit more--!

So, reasonably, what would you do when you see a little girl enslaved with a shock collar? Would you (A) get the girl out of there, (B) arrest the woman doing it, (C) try to get the girl therapy, or (D) all of the above? If you picked (E) secretly train the girl in swordplay so she can join a huntsman academy when she comes of age, then congratulations! You’ve given her hope! Good for you! And what if she snaps after five years of literal torture, kills her abuser, and then turns to you for comfort and/or approval? Welp, obviously she’s an irredeemable criminal and you have to bring her in, crushing all the faith she had in you and herself.

Seriously Rhodes, dropped the ball hard on that one. I’m only mentioning you because you had such a serious impact on Cinder’s development.

Brother Gods: Creating and destroying entire species

Like, okay. Look. These are the two that made humanity, so an argument could be made that they’re humanity’s parents. But, by the strict and arbitrary rules I have selected, they aren’t parents. And even if they were, they would be just the worst sort of parents possible. Darkbro is bad enough, what with viewing only strength as valuable and creating the Grimm and, you know, annihilating humanity that one time, but he’s at least honest and honorable. Not like the cryptic Lightbro, who doesn’t bother making sure people understand him, who doesn’t even keep his own promises to his brother... I get that they’re basically overpowered children. Yeah, they are. Still... kinda terrible.

So, now that that’s all done, let’s get to the actual list! After the break, so you don’t get stuck scrolling a lot. RWBY parents, from best to worst, are as follows:

23. Saphron and Terra Cotta-Arc: Two moms are better than none!

If I’m rating all the parents, and I am, then I have to acknowledge their flaws. And... these two don’t have any! Okay, fine, they used Adrian in a criminal scheme that one time (and that was literally just asking him to cry on command) and maybe Terra’s overworked and, to be fair, parenting a young kid is a lot different than parenting a teenager. But not only did they support their kid, they helped out all the kids that needed to room with them for a while! Saphron may also qualify as a momsister, depending on how well the Arcs managed their massive-numbered horde of kids. Look, the point is: Excellent parents. Bam.

22. Yatsuhashi's Parents: Their slipups weren’t their fault

When your kid can wipe your memories and you don’t know about it, you’re bound to get a few mistakes down the line. Luckily for everyone, after the whole incident with Hiyoko Yatsu came clean, and his parents made absolutely sure that he understood (A) that having such an ability was a big responsibility and (B) that even though he really screwed up he was NOT evil. Given the man that Yatsuhashi is now, I’m pretty confident in calling them great parents--even if they only appeared in a book flashback.

21. Coco's Dad: He exists!

That’s... honestly all I really know about him. He’s mentioned once in the books, and Coco has a few brothers. I’m kind of just assuming he’s a good parent from that, even if he didn’t figure out how to help Coco with her claustrophobia. So... yeah, shrug, Coco’s got a dad.

20: Ghira and Kali Belladonna: Actually marvelous people

Loving. Caring. Mentoring, protective. You may be asking why these two aren’t lower on the list, given that they are absolutely great for Blake, and I’ll have to admit that they only really made one slipup--letting Adam talk with Blake.

And okay, look. The thing about people like Adam is that they don’t start out showing their true colors. It’s always a slow, gentle broil. Blake was young and stupid, Adam was cute and edgy, and these parents want their daughter to be happy. So not twigging on what Adam really was--or at least not being able to properly convince Blake--that’s entirely understandable. And they did instill her with a strong enough moral code to leave when enough was enough, and they absolutely welcomed her back with open arms. Frankly, if the lower-listing parents didn’t exist, I would happily say they are the best parents in the show.

19. Pietro Polendina: He took Penny’s death flags

When you carve out part of your literal soul to bring your girl back from the dead, you get MAJOR parenting props. And even beyond that, Pietro is an absolutely caring and supportive father to everyone’s favorite bundle of sunshine. Even when she’s put in the rough position she was in, Pietro did his best to help her out. His one big flaw, though, is being overprotective and a bit presumptive. He does want Penny to live her best life, but he also can be just a touch too quick to say he knows what’s best for her. To his credit, when he’s called out on it, he does mend his ways. And he’s at least better then the GENERAL...

18. Salem and Ozma: Good parents, surprisingly!

Sure, Salem decided that world conquest was a good idea and wanted to put down anybody that wasn’t directly from her bloodline. Sure, she psychologically manipulated her husband when he had doubts. And, being fair, it’s highly likely that her four daughters were killed in the crossfire of her and Ozma’s little tuff. But! That was likely an accident, she’s been shown to still clearly mourn their passing, and before that point she absolutely loved and adored the girls. Ozma gets points for being a generally good person who fell in love with her before she became unstable and, honestly, was just trying to help his girls escape... and hey, he blames himself for their deaths. As does Salem.

Just because they’re kind of directly responsible for a LOT of Remnant’s woes doesn’t mean they aren’t good parents!

17. Will and Meg Scarlatina: Estranged but loving...

Yes, I know Rooster Teeth hasn’t officially confirmed that Bill is Will. I still believe though! Also it makes for a great picture, in any case.

Look, you can be the best and most loving parents ever--and from what we saw in the novels Will was definitely loving--but if you split up, your kid is going to get a little stressed. And hey, it’s not like these two were terrible people! Velvet’s just got a lot going on because of things entirely out of her control. Parents are people too, but sometimes the stress of one situation will leak out into another. Just... give people time to adapt.

16. Nicholas Schnee: The man, the legend, the titan!

Nicholas Schnee is the rockstar success story of Remnant. Some guy from Mantle put in all the work to make the SDC, and honestly from what little we know about him he was probably a great guy! But if we’re registering parental goodness, well... he wasn’t quite smart enough to warn Willow away from abusive gold diggers, and he’s not present when the story starts. So, yeah, even if he was a good parent otherwise--and I think he would be--he kinda... didn’t put in the work to prevent Willow breaking later. Still. Not deliberately terrible!

15. Li and An Ren: Don’t die in front of your kids, folks!

Seriously, it traumatizes them, especially if there’s a Grimm assault going on at the same time. Oh, double-especially if you reassure them that everything will be fine literally the second before the roof collapses on your head. And... well, okay, you couldn’t help your son and some random girl being the only survivors...

In all seriousness, that whole situation was absolutely out of their control. And before their deaths they were shown to be loving, wise, giving good advice to Lie Ren and helping him understand what the right thing to do was. Honestly, if they hadn’t died in front of him he’d be a lot better, mentally speaking. His trauma is not their fault. Plus Li went out distracting the big Grimm so Lie could run. No greater love hath man, indeed.

14. Summer Rose: Loving mother, ticking trauma bomb

When she was around, Summer Rose was probably the best mom Yang and Ruby could ask for. Sure, everyone could be exaggerating a little on how great a person she was--fond memories and grief can do that--but even taking that into account, she was probably a great and wonderful woman to be raised by. And hey, it turns out the reason she vanished was to go confront basically the Devil Herself so her kids wouldn’t have to live in a world where she existed! I can totally get the logic behind that.

And to be fair, “I’m going to do this on my own so nobody else suffers” is a pretty common character flaw among the RWBY cast. There are entire arcs where each character learns to overcome it. Still, wandering off on your lonesome without telling anyone was not the smartest move, Summer. Especially if you expected to die--which, you know, Devil Herself, high probability. And you know, if you had died, that would be bad enough, but now Ruby’s practically certain to have to fight your grimmified self. At least she figured out what happened to you before Salem decided to hammer in the trauma button, so she’ll be a little more ready, but... seriously.

13. The Arc Parents: Look, you try juggling eight kids!

To be fair, neither Arc parent has appeared on screen, but we can derive some of their traits from their kids. Jaune’s father said women like confident men. Jaune’s mother said strangers are friends you haven’t met yet. Jaune’s sister moved out of the house and (it’s implied) was happier for it. Jaune himself took his family’s ancestral weapon and ran off to Beacon to become a hero without any training whatsoever....

I get the impression that these two are not horrible parents, but they aren’t really stellar ones either. They slip up, don’t understand their children, give some really bad advice (as well as really good advice), and... look, it’s kind of middle of the road here. The Arcs could be wonderful people that just weren’t ready for the complexities of raising eight kids. I come from a big family myself, I know it can be stressful. And their kids turned out well anyway, so...

12. The Mother of Pyrrha Nikos: You taught your girl too well

Hero complexes are funny things. And Pyrrha Nikos... in retrospect, she was really hiding a lot of insecurities under that facade. Laying it all at this woman’s feet is unfair, I’ll admit, a lot of that came from being The Mistral Champion. But... with stories and fairy tales of heroes, it’s not hard to imagine a genuinely loving mother making sure her daughter knew right from wrong, always knew to act with mercy and protect the weak, and made her hardline into being a hero at the cost of her own... sense of self. It wouldn’t even be something either of them noticed, really. Good people can make bad choices sometimes.

11: Ilia's Parents: Oh god, can good people make bad choices...

So the idea of getting Ilia up to Atlas for a better life, that rocks (if you assume the propaganda to be true). And I’m certain her parents absolutely did what they did out of love. But what they did, you see, was tell Ilia to hide a very important part of herself from anybody who could find out, since it was likely she would be kicked out of the school she was in if people found out she was a faunus.

Which actually, did a lot of damage.

I mean look at Ilia now! She has trouble expressing herself until she explodes, she follows a crowd instead of her own morals, she broke down in tears when she finally did the right thing... Conceal Don’t Feel is never good advice, and these two went on and said ‘Honey, because of racism, you have to hide the fact you literally change color when you have emotions.’ Oh, and then they died offscreen--again, not their fault, but boy howdy did it give Ilia a complex.

10. Taiyang Xiao Long: Slumped at just the wrong time

Honestly, Tai as he is now is a wonderful dad. Supportive of his daughters in their time of need, able to lift their mood with a tasteless joke or two, frankly if we were assessing just how they were in the moment... I’d still be a little critical of his refusal to talk about the girls’ mothers, but hey, that’s minor. Compared to, you know...

Okay, so this needs serious addressing. Taiyang cannot be blamed for falling into a depressive slump. People can hurt, and need time to heal. That said, his depressive slump is at the root of Yang’s many issues, and frankly if she hadn’t had to pull herself together for Ruby she would be a major mess. It’s a bad situation all round, even if it’s not his fault.

9. Willow Schnee: “Kids, don’t wind up like me.”

Drowning her sorrows isn’t the best way to handle being stuck in an abusive marriage, but it was the best way Willow could think of. And, yeah, that really cut into her skills as a mom... but despite that, she did her darnedest to make sure her kids had what they needed to free themselves. Heck, once Jacques was out of the picture, she even pulled herself together and risked her life to save them! A broken women, to be sure, but not a shattered one.

8. Neptune's Mother: She exists!

Being fair, there’s not a lot to go on here. We know Neptune’s mother is a lawyer (insert evil lawyer joke), that their family are famous swimmers, and that his brother caused his hydrophobia by tossing him into the water. It does paint a bit of a picture, though, of everyone having expectations for Neptune that he was not able to live up to. Pretty poor parenting, if it’s true.

7. Nora Valkyrie's Mom: Come get your girl!

Literally the only factoid we have about Mama Valkyrie is that she abandoned her to the Grimm. We don’t know when this was, and it’s feasible it’s a case of ‘Oh No I Lost Track Of My Daughter In The Panic!’ But given we see young Nora scavenging for scraps of food... I’m not optimistic on her parenting skills.

6. Raven Branwen: "I wasn’t part of your life, how could I ruin it?”

Raven is just not a good mom at all. And, surprisingly, she seems to know it. Or that’s one interpretation of her character. The thing about Raven is that she plays her cards close to chest. We still don’t know why she left her daughter, and we only have inklings about the reasoning behind her behavior once they reunited. In the end, though... she did concede to Yang, she did apologize for something, and there’s a very deliberate indication that a lot of her behavior is a mask to both others and herself. So, terrible mother, for the moment, but self-aware.

5. Salem's Father: Explicitly noted as cruel

We get a bit more about Salem’s father from ‘Fairy Tales Of Remnant’, how he became possessive of the last remnant of his wife and locked her away in a tower. From what we know of him, that’s all he did--lock her away and not let her go. Still makes him a terrible dad. And with this, we transition firmly into the most definitively abusive parent figures. Everyone before this might have the excuse of not realizing what was going on or having their own damage, but now we’ve got parents actively deciding to make their kids’ lives worse.

4. Jacques Gelé: HE DOES NOT GET TO BE CALLED SCHNEE!

His children are property, to be manipulated and traded for the benefit of the company he married into, and any defiance is to be quelled instantly. He is manipulative, scheming, abusive, and frankly the worst sort of scumbag to ever wear a white suit. He does have the single redeeming quality of only leaning into the punishment if it benefits him; nobody would ever accuse the man of being needlessly cruel. His name is Jacques, and you will hate him... especially on the rare occasions he actually has a point.

3. The Marigolds: There’s no peppy tagline, they’re just mean

There’s not a picture of these jerks on the wiki, so you’ll have to make do with the woman that is no longer their daughter. See all that empty space around her? That’s about as close as they ever got. May spells out how much they hated her for having a heart, and how little they cared about her as a person, in one epic line. And even if they have other redeeming qualities (unlikely) we can tell they’d probably still be terrible parents because of how sleazy May’s cousin is. Honestly, for once I’m glad some characters don’t get pictures. They don’t deserve to be remembered. They aren’t even the cool kind of evil, they’re just... gross.

2. Marcus Black: Look if you train your kid to be a killer...

...you’re going to have to expect them to kill you. I mean, you basically ripped apart Mercury’s legs, man. He had to get cyberlegs. Also, you used your semblance to steal his. Which, given that semblances come from aura, and that aura is a manifestation of the soul, is kinda... that’s a deeply personal and intimate violation. Sure, you got your assassin kid. And can we talk about the fact that Marcus was an assassin? It’s not a pretty job. I guess I can see all the abuse--physical and mental--as a good way to train up another assassin, but... geeze, if that’s your goal, why did you use your own kid?! Why not hire some angsty teenager?! Yeah, no, Markus Black stood high on my list of parental monsters... and was only toppled by the arrival of one other.

1. Madame of the Glass Unicorn: She only appeared in one episode and she rocketed to the top of this list, that should tell you something

Let’s be clear here: What Madame did to Cinder is bad enough. It was literally slavery. Enforced by a shock collar. And because the collar looked like a necklace, she pulled it off in front of I don’t know how many clients. Granted, said clients were racists, why else would they be customers at a ‘We Do Not Serve Faunus’ hotel, but keeping her torture just out of the public eye very clearly shows both that she knew what she was doing was illegal and that she was clever enough to avoid detection.

Oh... and then there are her birth daughters.

With Cinder, she was abusive to a dangerous degree. With her daughters, she was permissive, not only allowing but encouraging them to bully their adoptive sister. The whole point of parenthood is to teach your children how to become the best version of themselves, but Madame didn’t even bother to instill a semblance of morality in these girls. She used them as extensions of her will, and they obliviously played along because that was all they knew.

You’d think the biggest monster on the show would be the Grimm woman, but no--it’s some random lady with a hotel.

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❛ A FIRST DATE ❜

with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.

Request: Can I request a fluffy Coco imagine?? From his POV about their 1st date and his thoughts abt her and stuff? I really want some coco fluff lol. ❤❤🔥

BY ANON

Word count: about 1.7k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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“Brother, just be yourself”.

Angel thinks that Coco is giving it more importance than it really has, after trying different outfits, without finding the perfect one. He doesn't have many clothes, because he doesn't really need it. But now, he's really pissed off.

“If I act like usually, she'll kick ma' ass in fucking seconds”. He grumbles sitting over his bed, rubbing his face with both hands.

You two met at the hospital some week ago, when he suffered some kind of accident that left him blind in one eye, for some time. He felt his heart pumping because of love for the first time, when he saw you after cleaning his healthy eye. And before that, he was already truly fascinated by the way you had to calm him down using your voice. A sweet and honeyed tone that he could be listening to his whole life. He couldn't help but think how good falling asleep every night hearing you talking would be. It took him almost two weeks to ask you out, but he couldn't feel more happy when you said yes without letting him finish the question. Coco felt strange when he left the hospital after it, experimenting a bunch of sensations stuck in his chest that made him feel better than ever.

Now, his insecurities are coming into the light. Everything he touches ends up destroyed, broken. You are too pure for his shit. You don't deserve to take that risk. Taking off his phone from his pocket, he searches for your number. Gilly and Angel are looking at him intrigued, until they find out what he's going to do. The big one takes the phone off from his hands, while the oldest Reyes holds him to guide him towards the door.

“You're not gonna flake on her, pendejo”. He grunts, pushing him outside his house.

His brothers follow him to the meeting place, watching you sit on a bench waiting for him, after twenty minutes standing up and walking around the big fountain. You look beautiful, dressed with a pair of shorts, a baggy white shirt with the sleeves rolled up on your shoulders and black sneakers. He turns around, trying to run away from your life again, facing his friends.

“I can't”. He just says, with his hands almost sweating. “She's too much for me”.

“She's perfect for you, man!” Gilly rolls his eyes.

“C'mon, Coco, don' be a chicken and get the girl”.

Licking his bottom lip, he just nods in silence, trying to find the perfect words to encourage himself. Turning over his Vans, he starts his way towards you, doubting for some seconds. And he's about to leave when you raise your eyes from your phone. The smile you draw with the corner of your lips gives him a heart attack, knowing that he could die full of happiness right now.

“Hey, I thought you weren't coming”.

Maybe it wasn't the greeting he was expecting and he feels so sorry for having made you wait. Stroking the back of his head, he forces a grin.

“Yeah… I was… 'bout to not comen'”.

Your gesture turning from enthusiasm to disheartening, causes him some bitter shivers inside his chest. He has already fuck up the good vibes between you two, that borned in the hospital. Seeing you nod in silence, shrugging your shoulders, makes him feel out of air; trying to think something to fix it up.

“I really… appreciate that, at least, you came to tell me that this isn't going to happen… It would be… humiliating”. You whisper putting your gaze away from him.

Coco can see the way your lips are trembling, as if you were about to cry, and it's painful. For him, it's painful.

“No, mami, lis—”.

“It's okay, Johnny, you don't have to excuse yourself”. Waving a hand on air, you try to make it easy for him. “I get it”.

He's missing the boat, watching you turning around and focusing your attention on the screen of your phone again. Maybe typing to some friend to pick you up, maybe about to call anyone else. But finally, the orders from his brain move his body to stop you.

“No, wait!” He says somewhat loud, grabbing your left wrist. “I wanna date you. I wanna have a lot of dates with you. This ain't you, mami, but me”.

Looking at his hand confused, you travel his arm until finding his dark and desperate eyes, talking to you in silence. Begging you to listen.

“My life is a shit. A mess... A chaos. I… had this accident with my eye because… of a dogfight with another gang. I didn' wanna lie to you, you know? I think you're smart, and pretty and… you don' deserve a guy like me who is… always in fuckin' trouble and that… used to ride a bike that probably would never ride again, just… with a shitty work on a scrapyard”. Coco is getting more and more nervous because you're not saying a single word back. He gulps with some difficulty, taking a step closer to you. “I ain't a good man, I don' do good things, but… I really wanna date you, mami. I've never been so true in ma' life”.

And he's about to give up with a crappy sensation running his body, when you tangle your finger with the ones that were gripping your arm.

“Maybe you can teach me to drive a bike, so I can ride for you”. You just say, hoping that it's enough for him.

“That sounds good, ma'”. He replies with no hesitation, feeling like for the first time he's having a good opportunity in his life.

Watching you smile again it's like seeing a rainbow after a destructive storm, putting his arm over your shoulders to start a low walk.

“Do you like pizza?” You ask then, raising your head toward his.

“Yeah, 'course”. He answers with an incredulous gesture on his face.

“Okay, do you know a food truck close to the hospital, with red and blues stripes?”

“No”.

“Seriously?” You almost scream, breaking into laughs. “You like pizza and you have never tried it before?”

Coco shakes his head, falling in love a little more after hearing your laughter. That simple gesture has made him feel more happy than ever before.

“You're gonna really, really love it”. You say with emotion, moving a hand on air to highlight your words.

“I'm sure”. He chuckles nodding. “You look pretty convinced”.

And you weren't wrong. Maybe not everybody would think that sitting on an edge of a sidewalk, eating pizza, it's the perfect date. But for him, it's the perfect one. He can ask for anything else that hearing you talk for hours about your hobbies, about what you would like to be in five years, about the things the two of you have in common. And he has never talked this much, either. But it's too easy for him to follow the conversation and flow it into another one, until the night falls over the town.

Coco insists on walking with you back to your home, just to be sure that you come safe. And even if he has had so much fun, he's doubting if you would like to repeat it. Maybe at the end you were just trying to be kind with him, because he seemed so desperate for being with you for a couple hours, to not make him feel bad. And maybe that was the reason why you didn't want him to take you home. But the real reason is that your housemates are waiting on the porch for you to tell them how it was. As soon as they see you coming closer, they run into the house ashamed and laughing, making your cheeks burn when Coco notices what is going on.

“Sorry, they're like children…” You say hastily, stopping your steps and placing yourself in front of him.

“It's okay, ma'. My… friends are waiting too”.

Between the two of you gets installed an uncomfortable silence for some seconds, until he sees you holding your bag, looking for something inside it. He breaks into loud laughs when his healthy eyes focus on the heart shaped lollipop, that you're offering him.

“I heard you the day you visited the hospital, so… there's your reward for being a good boy”.

Coco takes it, shaking his head and showing you a funny smile, before catching you between his arms. Embracing you tightly, he places a kiss on your cheek. A lovely one. Pulling himself away, he opens the candy to tuck it into his mouth.

“The best one”. He says tasting the strawberry flavor of it.

“Okay, ah… I have three kids to take care of”. You joke about your friends, pointing at your house for a second. “I had so much fun today…”

“Yeah, me too… We can repe—”.

“I'm free tomorrow”.

Hearing you interrupt him, after realizing that he wants to have another date with you. Taking off the lollipop from his mouth, he leans forward to press your lips with his, shortening the distance between both. Feeling your fingers getting tangled in his shirt give him some pleasant chills, ending up pecking your lips gently.

“What about breakfast? I know a place with the best pancakes”. He proposes then, giving you an eskimo kiss.

“I like it”. You nod, kissing his lips a last time.

“Pick you up at ten?”

“Pick me up at ten”.

“Have a good night, mami”.

“You too, pirate”. Puckering your lips, he laughs again. “Enjoy it, you're gonna see again in a couple months”.

He frowns a little confused, drawing slowly a huge smile on his lips.

“Spoiler of your next doctor appointment”.

“Is tha' why you told me tha' I could teach you?”

Walking backwards to your house, he sees you happily nodding.

“'Am gonna marry you one day, you know'et?”

These words may have been somewhat precipitate, or at least that's what he's thinking until seeing you nod again.

“I hope it”.

“Shit”, he thinks to himself, licking again the lollipop; not leaving your hood until you're inside your house.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #johnny coco cruz x reader #johnny coco cruz imagine #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz x reader #coco cruz

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laughing-with-god · 4 years

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Quarter Quell II

Yandere Jungkook, Hunger Games AU

Warnings; gore, death, yandere behavior, killing, strong language, kids murdering other kids, male on female violence (special trigger warning: if you have suffered abuse or are extremely sensitive to like-mannered scenes I want to take a moment to warn you that there is certain scenes in which male tributes will hurt and overpower other female tributes. If this will trigger you, please refrain from reading and I apologize beforehand.)

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The Capitol of Panem maintains its’ hold on it’s 12 districts by forcing them each to select a boy and a girl, called Tributes, to compete in a nationally televised event called the Hunger Games. Every citizen must watch as the youths fight to the death until only one remains.

The end had arrived.

Faintly, in the back of your mind, you could hear a doomful melody accompany your death march. Hauntingly beautiful bells and strings swam in your consciousness, making the awfully bleak scene even more gothically tragic. A personalized soundtrack for your promised annihilation.

On either side of you was a peacekeeper, each of them holding a gun to ensure your spineless obedience.

You followed them silently...wordlessly...mindlessly.

The sound of footsteps echoed in your ears as they bounced off the surface of the concrete walls. They guided you deeper into the grey, sterile and fluorescent-lighted corridor. Each pace forward only further locked in your fate. And as a slave to ruthless destiny, you continued onward.

You were marching to your death.

Yet, you felt no anger.

No fear.

Not even a lick of grief or pity entertained your empty mind as you followed the path of your own demise.

Your body had gone into a semi-shock, not allowing you to fully grasp the severity of the situation in hopes of postponing a mental breakdown. All functions had suddenly gone numb, protecting you from the wrath of panic that would thunder upon you if you focused too closely on this dire moment. You welcomed this sensation and allowed it to coax you into a zombie-like state, even if this tranquility was phony you still willingly clung to it.

Perhaps the reason for your lack of reaction was due to an acceptance of death. You held the benevolence of a queen approaching the guillotine, if nothing could change your sentence than the least you could do is hold your head up and never let them see you break.

You kept the charade up until the peacekeepers halted beside a door marked ‘10 F’.

Your breath hitched.

One of them then reached over to open it, the other grasped one of his gloved hands onto your arm to hold you in place, somehow expecting a fight, before shoving you into the room.

It was the resounding slam of the door that finally cracked your resolve.

Tears began to well in your eyes as you observed the last room you’d ever see before the hellish arena.

It was small, as to be expected. White tile lined not only the floor but also the walls, the bright lighting reflected off of them and almost blinded you in the process. In the center of the room was a metal table, sat upon it was the tribute wear. Dark grey camo pants lined with utility pockets, a tight black tank top, and a blue windbreaker-like jacket. To top it all off, a pair of black combat boots sat on the floor next to the table.

The outfit you would die in.

You choked back a sob as the postponed sadness made it’s belated arrival.

It seeped in like a flood does to a house with a weak foundation. The sticky and awfully heavy dread took its’ time peeling away the decaying layer of denial with steady ease. Then, it clung to your bones…. melting itself further and further until it eventually made its’ way to your core and wrapped itself around it.

You suddenly couldn’t breathe.

The air had evaporated before it could reach your desperate lungs. Replacing it was the icy shock of terror as it consumed every fiber of your being. In response, your chest began to heave up and down as your body began a hyperventilation process in search of more oxygen.

“I-I’m too young to die.” your broken whisper barely penetrated the pathetic whimpers and wheezes your body was also making.

Out of nowhere, a tiny spark of anger ignited within you. Anger at who, you did not know. But you felt an unfairness like no other in that moment. You felt robbed of basic humane rights, such as living your life up till it’s natural and uneventful end. Why? Why cut your life so short? You never thought of yourself as young but goddammit, you didn’t think your teenage years were enough to be called a ‘full life’. How heartless were people to look at the youth in the tributes and demand such short lives of potential to be cut even shorter?

“Dearie, what good would crying do at this point?” A purring yet somehow also grutal voice called out from behind you, breaking your inner dialogue of misery.

You turned to face your designer in all her capitol glory.

Her name fit her in the most pretentious way. They called her Topaz, and her bronze skin, that was always pressed with expensive Capitol body oils, resembled the characteristics of the infamous gemstone. To compliment this coco complexion, she often wore gold makeup with green or yellow dresses that flowed behind her tall amazon body. Her black curls were always flowing freely, sometimes with a crown on her head to feed the superiority complex she without a doubt had.

But today she toned it down for the seriousness of the occasion.

Her figure-hugging dress was black, as if to attend your pseudo funeral because you sure as hell weren’t getting one after this. Her curls were tied up into a tight bun to further emphasize her slender and bare face that was free of any noticeable makeup besides and odd golden-glittery lipstick.

“I know you must be very scared, but we only have a few minutes to get you ready.” She placed a hand on your shoulder whilst shooting you a soft and barely sympathetic smile that didn’t quite reach those amber orbs of hers. Then rather roughly, she proceeded to guide you to the table and gestured for you to take your clothes off.

Such invasion of privacy would be uncustom if she had not waxed your entire naked body and hosed it down the minute you entered the capitol.

Slowly, you peeled away your casual outfit as Topaz eagerly handed you the tribute one, bit by bit.

It was awkward, tense and additionally pathetic with the occasional sounds of your sniffles and continuous streaming of tears. All the while she eyed you with this soulless blank stare that unnerved your already high-strung nerves. You briefly wondered how many times she did this exact ritual. How many kids from your home district did she watch break down and dress in the clothes they’d eventually be slaughtered in? Did she also smile at them and offer forged empathy, pretending to understand what it was that they were going through in their last moments...as if she wouldn’t return back to some Capitol cafeteria and eat a luxurious brunch whilst watching the bloodbath that would unfold.

Instantly you got a wave of nausea.

How was it that both you and this woman were both species of the same human race, with beating hearts, souls and brains yet one could turn so corrupt while you ended up with the fate of a mere prey? Was even a tiny molecule of her guilty for the kids she looked in the eye before sending them to their premature deaths?

You avoided her gaze with a new sense of disgust and focused on zipping up your jacket.

“Don’t forget the boots.” Topaz added before reaching down to grab them and hand them to you. You took them wordlessly and knelt down to put them on. Whilst you were doing this, your designer apparently felt the need to lighten the dark aura around you with some ‘comforting’ words. “You know Y/n, you’re actually quite lucky that you’re playing this Quell. No weapons means no bloodbath. The first ten minutes of most games are the deadliest but that can’t really be said with this one. I doubt there’s even going to be a Cornucopia.”

Oddly enough, this was indeed slightly soothing. Although you felt very offended that she dare call you ‘lucky’, she did have a point. No weapons meant that there wouldn’t be a race to get them, and the first ones to get their hands on them couldn’t turn and attack the others. That should at least buy you enough time to slip away and find cover, if no one bigger decides to gang up on you.

Suddenly you got a flash in your minds’ eye of a certain black-eyed career who made his infatuation with you all too known.

You physically flinched at the prospect of Two getting his hands on you the first thing in the game.

All you could do was pray that the gamemakers took mercy on you and didn’t station him too close.

Blearily, you stood back up and looked towards the corner of the room to spot the item that would eventually spit you up into the arena. It was a glass tube, nothing spectacular about it. But you knew the moment you would step in it, the rounded glass doors would envelop shut and trap you in. You stood there for a minute, staring at it as if your stare could eventually burn right through it if you truly tried.

But alas you were without luck or fortune.

“It’s about time, Y/n.”

The ominous words were enough to stop the beating of your heart.

A pitiful and begging voice began a mantra in your head, ‘I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t wan-’

A nudge was given to your back and successfully shoved you closer to the tube. Goosebumps raised on the surface of your skin and the instinct to dry heave became too much to bear.

Topaz continued pushing you further and further, until you were at the edge of the object and a mere inch away from being in it. Your body had frozen stiff in attempt to plant yourself to the ground, but it sadly wasn’t enough to alter your fate.

With one more final shove, you were in the tube.

Topaz was half in and half out of the cylinder, her hands on your shoulders and her chin by your shoulder to whisper her last version of ‘break a leg’.

“If you win this, I’ll personally buy you a name-brand dress.” You could practically hear her proud smirk as she said this. “Good luck, hun.”

The audacity was enough to make you whip around in preparation to slap that smug smile off her face. Was the need to live not enough motivation? Did she think that hanging an expensive piece of cloth over your head would be the push you needed to survive? How fucking dare she-

You opened your mouth to holler and even raised a hand, but when you fully turned around the glass doors had enveloped shut and Topaz was on the other side of it, waving ‘bye’ in a content manner.

Your jaw dropped in horror as you heard an odd ‘whoosh’ sound occur from above you.

You looked up to see that the roof of the tube had slip open.

Right above it was the arena…. waiting for you with the utmost promise of lost innocence and bloodshed.

Your heart and breathing began to accelerate as you felt the pedestal beneath you begin to slowly rise, bringing you closer and closer to the top.

Closer.

And closer.

You clenched your eyes shut and tried to soothe this upcoming panic attack that was looming over the horizon of your sanity.

You took a deep breath and attempted to rationalize.

Blurry memories of previous games fogged up in your mind like some sort of warning. Images of shell-shocked tributes in the throes of denial who would stay frozen during the opening of the game, unable to fully process their situation….they were usually the first to go.

You couldn’t let that happen to you.

‘Calm down, the first minutes of the game are detrimental. If you freak out now and stall, you’ll miss your chance to escape.’ You thought to yourself.

As awful as it was, you were in this game for better or worse. No time could be saved for moping, survival mode had to be switched on now or never. From here on out, you would have to think like an animal and solely focus on methods to outrun the predators. Humanity had to be abandoned.

The pedestal stopped rising, letting you know that you were now fully in the arena.

You swallowed, whether it was to help your mouth that suddenly gone dry or to keep the bile at bay you did not know.

The temperature around you was cool, yet also somehow humid and damp. Your nose took in a voluntary sniff and discovered a scent of must, earth and...mold?

You opened your eyes to behold the 100th Annual Hunger Games arena.

You were underground, all around you were gigantic rocky caverns. It was similar to a dome, except the walls in which you were enveloped were ridgy and a hundred feet high. There was also smaller tunnels at the edges of the arenas’ center in which the tributes were located. They were so huge and abyssal that one felt like an ant standing in the middle of it all. Everything was dark due to no natural lighting beyond the small cracks in the rocks above that allowed very little sun to seep through.

You looked around in awe.

The arena was a series of underground caves.

You would’ve preferred a forest or a jungle. At least then there would be more chances for food and water. But you supposed you should’ve been grateful that it wasn’t an arctic habitat or a desert one.

You quickly turned your attention to the other tributes.

As custom, you were all aligned in a giant circle. The closest kids to you were still ten or so feet away. You noted with relief that you couldn’t make out Jungkook anywhere near you. But to be fair, it was hard to make out anyone in such dim lighting. But from what you could tell it was the boy from Four and the girl from Nine stationed on either side of you.

Unlike any other games, there wasn’t a Cornucopia to behold.

All you could see was an orange, hologram number ‘10’ floating about 50 feet in the center of the circle of tributes.

A robotic voice thundered the arena with a chilling, “Welcome to the 100th annual Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor. We begin in 10…”

The holdram morphed into a 9 to symbolize the beginning of a countdown.

“9.”

“8.”

“7.”

“6.”

“5.”

“4.”

“3.”

“2.”

“1.”

The sound of a cannon shot through the silence as the hologram instantly depleted into nothingness. The sound so chilling, especially when you know that the cannon would be the first of many.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you flew off of your pedestal like a bat out of hell.

You threw your body in the opposite direction of the circle, rushing outwards in hopes to seek cover in one of the smaller tunnels and worm your way far from all the other tributes

You heard yelling and the sounds of wrestling or tussling, but you refused to look back to witness the unraveling of any tribute-on-tribute amicability. You briefly just hoped that Chenle and Taehyung were agile enough to get away without any trouble.

Your boots hitting the rocky ground was the only sensation you allowed yourself to focus on, along with the sight of a medium sized cavern that you had your sights set on and were running towards. Your heart was beating so fast it would’ve been a medical mystery how it didn’t burst out of your chest, but you only had one instinct to escape. If luck was on your side, the tunnel wouldn’t be a dead end and could eventually lead you into another one.

You were about 15 feet away from entering the cave when something caught around your ankle, causing you to fall face first with your arms barely coming out in time to catch the brunt of the fall. When you were fully on the ground, something heavy and strong began to straddle your hips, successfully pinning you down.

You looked up to see the boy from Four.

He smirked down at you, his sun kissed skin glowing eerily in the dim lighting of the cave.

You didn’t know if he was a career or not, but he was a strong tribute that scored well during the personal assessment and wasn’t one to be messed with. You don’t recall doing anything to offend 4, so to say you were confused would be an understatement. The way he glared down at you was terrifying and implied some sort of personal vendetta.

“Get that scared shitless look off your face, doll. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He laughed humorlessly in response to your pathetic squirms. “You see, Two demanded that we try to get you first thing in this game. You’re kinda my meal ticket into that career alliance.”

Your heart only raced faster, finding no assurance in his promise to not hurt you.

Fuck, he was one of Jungkook’s little foot soldiers and was planning to use you as some sort of trading piece. You now felt so foolish for assuming that Jungkook would be your only problem, his allies would be gunning you down as well.

You began to thrash wildly out of fear, desperate to get him off you knowing that his plans would lead to a fate worse than death. Panicking, you began to plead for your freedom. “Please, you don’t understand! Jungkook is lying! There’s nothing going on between us!”

Four just stared down at you blankly before rolling his dark eyes and pinning your arms above your head.

You suddenly went limp as tears began to stream down your face. You looked around you and saw that most if not all tributes were making a mad dash to the hidden caves, no one stopping to help you or pay you any mind in favor of saving their own asses.

Four was huge and if he didn’t want you to get up, then you weren’t getting up. You had a better chance of melting into the very ground beneath you than fighting him off.

The tanned boy smiled in response to your now powerless form, all too grateful to see your cooperation and lack of hope. “There’s a good girl. Now-”

A loud ‘crack’ sounded, prematurely cutting him off.

Four’s eyes suddenly rolled into the back of his head before his entire body slumped forward.

A black haired, tall, pale but sturdy boy stood behind Four. He was holding up a rock and you concluded fairly quickly that it was he who smashed it into the back of four’s head. Your lungs began to hyperventilate, not knowing if he was going to use that same rock to bash your head in next. His dark eyes drank you in, noting your panic and seeming to scoff at the display, oddly unimpressed by it. The boy then dropped the make-shift weapon before breaking into a sprint.

As he passed you, he yelled one thing. “Run, you idiot!”

Those were apparently the magic words you needed to hear. They snapped you into action as you hurriedly scrambled out from underneath Four’s heavy but unconscious form to continue your journey into the tunnel.

One thought stayed with you all the while, long after you made it into the dark, empty but safe cave.

Why did 12 bother saving you? --

Part two

“Every time that cannon goes off, it’s music to my ears. I don’t care about any of them.” -Finnick Odair, Victor of 65th Annual Hunger Games.

The cave was very small, you found it after running into a large tunnel, taking multiple random turns and searching very hard to find a hidden little hole that was closed off by some large boulders. It was so tiny that one had to army-crawl to get in, but you liked it that way. This meant that you weren’t out in the open, that you were so well hidden that tributes would walk past it without knowing you were even there.

It was a cramped but perfect little hide-out, you barely had enough space to cross your legs and rest against the wall but you didn’t mind. At least you felt safe. So thus you sat in pitch-black darkness and listened closely to the sounds of your breathing echoing back to you in the intimate little spot you now called home.

You closed your eyes and tried to focus on calming down.

The adrenaline was still running through you like some sort of drug, the hairs on your arms stood stubbornly and your chest continued to heave up and down with a sense of pending doom. Your body wasn’t allowing you to relax, somehow still expecting a surprise attack and not wishing to fully give into tranquility. You had to pull a mind over matter and trick yourself into not having another anxiety attack, which is very hard to do in the middle of an arena.

If your sense of time was correct, the game had been on for about 20-30 minutes.

Meaning, the canons were scheduled to go off any minute now. Usually after people scrambled from the bloodbath and the careers did their killing, the gamemakers would sound off all the canons at once. This only happens on the first day though, after the first day the canons would trigger instantly when someone dies. But since most deaths occurred on the first day and happened all in quick succession during the bloodbath, it suited both the tributes and viewers well to count the canons after everything had calmed down.

As if reading your mind, a booming sound pierced the fragile blanket of silence.

The sound was thundering and vibrated the entire arena, or maybe it was just your mind that perceived it that way due to your current circumstances. Nonetheless, it was terrifying. Especially when one keeps in mind that one cannon symbolizes one childs’ life cut short.

They began to trigger, one by one.

“One.” You counted to yourself. “Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.”

The series of cannons suddenly halted and bled into another irksome silence.

Six…

Six lives lost just a meer half hour ago.

Six lives that could’ve been you….but weren’t.

A montage of all the tributes suddenly ran through your head, taunting you as you couldn’t help the famished hunger to know who died that burned through your chest. Was it Taehyung? Was it Chenle? Did the boy from Four survive the blow to the head? Did ‘god’ really answer your prayers and killed some of the career pack? Maybe even, dare you say it, Jungkook himself?

Your heart raced faster as you shook your head, not liking where your train of thought was going and the added affect it had on your body. Your attempted to rationalize with yourself, you could wait until tonight to see the faces of the fallen tributes via the hologram update that happened every night. You would just have to wait until then, you wouldn’t be doing yourself any favors by going crazy with worry now.

Instead you decided to do some mental math. Twenty four minus six equates to eighteen

Eighteen kids were still alive. One of which was you. You now had a 1/18th chance of making it out of here.

The feeling was bittersweet. Because although each trigger of the cannon represented a life lost, it also meant you were that much closer to the end and possibly being the last one to survive. Maybe you should shift your mentality to one of pessimistic idealism? Perhaps the key to getting through this was by seeing the good in the bad. Yes, every death was awful and you’d never condone it. But, if they were dead anyway then what’s the harm in trying to take their demises as well as possible? It was always best to think positively, right? That’s probably how past victors thought, given the mental stability was just as important as the physical stability.

You remember past games where tributes lost their minds. One boy from Six even went crazy and started eating the corpses of other dead tributes. You couldn’t eat meat for a week after watching that. A girl from Eight once went loopy from the freezing cold arena and stripped her clothes off before breaking out in song and dance. There was also a really old game, probably one of the first ten games, where the arena was a desert and there was no water, you vividly recalled watching a young kid of probably 12 or 13 cut himself just for the sake of lapping up the warm blood.

You couldn’t allow yourself to fall into that-

Wait, what were you thinking?

What was wrong with you? You’d only been in this arena for an hour or so and were already allowing your morals to be compromised if it could buy you some cheap peace of mind. Of course every death was depressing, no one deserved to play in this game! What was wrong with you? Why were you almost relieved that kids were dying and putting your chances into a better perspective?

Maybe you and the careers weren’t so different after all….

This conclusion was so bone-chilling and vile that you couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped your lips.

You quickly concluded that pondering was no longer for you.

Another rule you’d have to adapt; your mind can be your worst enemy in here, best not get lost in your thoughts.

You suddenly felt awfully exhausted. Not a type of tired where you’ve been up for a little too long or had just done a tedious amount of physical work, but a type of tired where you simply no longer wanted to be conscious or aware. Your body felt somehow extremely light but heavy at the same time, your eyelids drooping in insistence for some shut eye.

But you couldn’t fall asleep just yet.

If you fell asleep now, then there was a chance that you would miss the fallen tributes segment. You needed to stay up, if only just to find out if Chenle, Taehyung and Jungkook were still out there.

For the next few hours, you just sat there. Blankly staring at nothing and trying to busy yourself with dumb little songs or riddles that you allowed to occupy your mind for the time being. You never thought you would say this; but when you weren’t fighting for your life and clawing for survival, the games could be rather boring. It was a ridiculous notion- to be bored in this very vital time period where your life is a stake with every waking moment you spend in this arena. But it was the truth, there was nothing to do.

Until, something abruptly halted your colorless daydreams.

You didn’t know how to describe it. And to be honest, you felt it more than you heard it.

The ground beneath you suddenly began to shake with such intense ferocity that you couldn’t help but wonder if it was an earthquake. Then your ears picked up on the noise; and what awful sounds they were.

First, it was like a crash that never stopped. A sudden falling of countless heavy objects, most likely rocks or boulders given the habitat. It sounded as if they just kept raining down, their heavy mass hurling upon the ground and striking anyone in it’s way.

Next, the screams followed.

They were tortured and pained hollers that echoed down the tunnels and vibrated the air around you. You heard both male and female voices, crying in agony and begging for help in what you could assess was a little less than 20 yards away.

Your body began to shake as you cupped a hand over your mouth to avoid crying out.

You were hearing the last wails of young kids who were surely going to die.

Boiling hot tears streamed down your cheeks in realization on what must’ve happened.

But, did you dare wander out of your safe cocoon to investigate?

It wasn’t the smartest choice, but what if one of those desperate shouts belonged to Taehyung or even Chenle?

With that concerning thought, you were hastily crawling out of your little hideout with little regard for your own safety.

Once you were out of your miniature cave, you hurriedly snapped your head side to side to see that the tunnel was void of any other tributes. Knowing you had very little time, you broke into a sprint and followed the direction of the screams.

As you ran through the dim and mossy cave, you only had one thought running through your mind.

‘Please don’t let it be them.’ you prayed.

When you finally reached the site of such mayhem, your stride completely stopped as you lost all strength in your legs due to utter shock.

You fell to your knees and gagged, the luxurious breakfast you had in the Capitol was seeping its’ way upwards and threatening to make you vomit.

The sight in front of you was…. grotesque.

One of the caves had given out and collapsed.

And in result, tributes were crushed.

Their mangled bodies were twisted inhumanely under such hefty rocks that were now stained ruby red with their blood. Some of the tributes had eyes budging out of their sockets, along with their tongues due to the numerous amount of pressure that was weighing down on them. You only saw two bodies, but you heard choked screams of some others that were out of sight.

But all those cries were ignored by you, your focus solely on one body that was also pinned beneath such monstrous boulders.

His eyes were shut, face peaceful yet blank and body limp as if boneless.

He almost looked like he was sleeping….but the puddle of blood that dripped from his mouth and onto the ground told you everything you needed to know.

And if that didn’t, then the cannon that sounded sure did.

Taehyung was gone.

Part Three

“He wasn’t much but...he was from home.” -Johanna Mason, Victor of 71st Annual Hunger Games.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been crying.

But from the way your eyes were practically swollen shut, head pounding ruthlessly and throat dry and scratchy in result of your numerous groans of grief, you could conclude that you must’ve carried out this sob fest for at least a couple hours now.

The scene of your distract mates’ death was stained to the back of your eyelids, greeting you with gory misery everytime you so much as blinked. This would obviously cause another round of cries from you and thus began a never-ending cycle.

Taehyung was dead.

But not just any type of dead. He was crushed to death and most likely suffered through every single pound of rock that slowly sucked the life out of him. His body was squished so brutally, as if he was nothing but a small insect for the gamemakers to step on.

Somehow the nature of his death offended you beyond belief.

Taehyung wasn’t a loud or overly-sweet person, but he deserved more than to have his life ended like that. He was quiet, but you knew that beneath his silence lingered a remarkable intelligence and code of honor. His face was always wearing an aloof expression, but that’s just due to his guarded nature and unwillingness to let anyone see his weaknesses. He wasn’t the closest to you, but the way he helped you with Jungkook showed his true nature- he had the protective instinct for you that you’d assume an older brother might have.

Something about his end just didn’t sit right with you.

Taehyung was gold-skinned from hours upon hours out in the sun, hands calloused from rough labor, he was tall enough to have to peer down at almost everyone he spoke to, body lean but sturdy and voice so deep and grutal that you couldn’t even picture how he must’ve sounded as a pubescent boy. Taehyung was such a strong figure worthy of respect in your eyes.

So to see him pale, limp, lifeless and under thousands of pounds worth of debris and rock was….unnerving to say the least.

How the mighty have fallen.

After you saw Taehyung, you had cried for a minute before vomiting up your breakfast, being unable to stomach the sight and ultimately losing the battle with your stomach. You were tempted to stay with your District mate until the very end, to wait by his side until the ship would take his body, but the pained groans and cries had seemed to attract other tributes to that area as well.

You had heard footsteps echo from the tunnel opposite of the scene, across from where you sat next to the corpse of Taehyung.

It sounded like a group of people, you couldn’t make their words out properly but they sounded curious and were confidently jogging closer and closer to the disaster.

Somehow you just knew that it was the careers.

You felt conflicted; you wanted to stay with your counterpart until the very end, but there was only one person in this game who terrified you to your very core.

District Two’s Jungkook.

Otherwise known as the head of the career pact.

And if he spotted you…

Your flight or fight instincts took over.

You had rushed towards Taehyung and hastily pressed your lips against his forehead, trying not to cringe at how ice-cold his skin was.

You whispered one thing to him, logically aware that he couldn’t hear it but wishing that his greater conscious would.

“I’m sorry.”

Then like that, you quickly turned around and ran as fast as you could back to your little-hide out.

And here you were hours later; huddled up in your little hole whilst still shaken and miserable.

One could argue that it was ridiculous to be so sad about his death, given you could count on both hands how many conversations you had with him. But it was not for someone else to understand; the feeling of losing the one person who originated from the same place as you. Everyone else in this arena was just a bunch of faceless threats from places beyond your knowing. Taehyung was the last piece of home you had left, the last person you could fully relate to and to have him ripped away from you so soon...you felt robbed and alienated.

Your last goodbye to him suddenly entered your mind.

You didn’t know what you were sorry to Taehyung for, but you just felt like you needed to say it in that moment. Maybe you were guilty that you didn’t try harder to become his ally and team up in the arena. Or maybe you were just sorry that his end had to be like that, that you didn’t get to him sooner. Perhaps even being sorry that you couldn’t stay with his body like you had wanted to.

Yet maybe it was a good thing that he died on the first day. Some might even say that those who died first were the luckiest...they wouldn’t have the torture of carrying on the game for days on end.

This stream of thought was prematurely cut short when the Capitols’ anthem suddenly began to echo inside the caves.

You were dreading seeing Taehyung’s face splayed up as a fallen tribute for everyone to see, but you had no choice but to watch and get a full count of who was left. Reluctantly, you crawled out of your hole so that just your upper half was out, peeking out like a turtle in case there was any other tributes.

You quickly found the segment projected onto the ridgy walls of the rocky caverns. Right now it was just the bright blue symbol of the capitol as the trumpets and drums continued to play. You braced yourself, held your breath and waited...and waited...and waited. But eventually the anthem just faded out as the symbol remained.

Your face scrunched up in confusion.

Had the fallen tributes segment glitched? Why hadn’t any faces been displayed?

Out of nowhere, a smooth and deep voice purred over the unseen speakers, almost startling you back into your ‘shell’.

“Why, I see so many befuddled expressions out there.”

A gleeful chuckle followed.

Your eyes widened as you recognized who was speaking to all the tributes. The only person allowed to make announcements was the one and only head game maker. And when the head game maker went out of his way to speak to the tributes...well, it was never a good sign.

“As part of the twist of the Quarter Quell, the gamemakers have decided that knowing your enemy is a huge advantage. It can be argued that it’s rather generous of the Capitol to allow you such luxury of seeing the fallen every night.” A brief pause. “We then wondered how you all would fare if you didn’t know who was alive and who was dead. So for the first time ever, the fallen tribute tradition has been temporarily...suspended.”

Your jaw dropped as you slowly but surely realized what was happening.

They couldn’t, could they?

“Instead, every night we will display a number. This number will represent how many tributes are still alive.”

Reacting to his words, the capitol’s symbol instantly morphed into a giant number ‘14’.

The head game maker let out a thoughtful hum. “Fourteen of you left. Interesting… may the odds be ever in your favor, one out of fourteen isn’t a bad shot when you really think about it.” The statement shook you to your core, the makers’ soothing and accented voice saying those words was somehow too real for you to handle. He finally concluded the announcement with one more farewell, a smile being heard in his voice as he finished it all off with a simple; “Goodnight.”

The display depleted back into nothingness as the speakers cut out with a definite ‘click’.

If the goal of such announcement was to taunt and rile the tributes, then they achieved this goal rather well.

A burning itch of irritation bubbled under your skin, your face burning bright red and a random desire to yell out curses to the gamemakers overtook your mind in that very moment. The audacity to not tell the tributes beforehand, the slimey pettiness to rub it in their faces via an announcement and the offensive “one in fourteen” comment was all too much for you to bear. You weren’t a violent person by any means, but if given the chance you’d probably bash the head gamemakers’ face in.

You weren’t naive.

You knew what they were doing.

This wasn’t planned until later, because if it was part of the original agenda; the tributes would’ve been briefed on it so they could strategize accordingly. The game makers decided on this later, most likely because they thought it would make better ratings or quicken some tribute-on-tribute story lines.

But what could’ve made them pull the trigger on something like this-

No way.

A horrid epiphany struck you as the gears in your aching and groggy mind began to turn.

Who was the most beloved tribute of this game so far?

Two.

What was said tribute most vocal about during his interview?

You.

And who did district four try to obtain you for?

Him.

During his interview it was obvious how wrapped around his finger he had the viewers. It wasn’t a far stretch to assume that most if not all of the Capitol truly bought into his one-sided romance propaganda. So, if you were an average viewer of the games and saw that you and Jungkook weren’t together... then maybe it truly would be more entertaining to not have you two know if the other is alive or not. Did they want to see the ‘secret lovers’ break not knowing if their soulmate was okay or dead?

On top of that, you could only assume that many tributes were also separated from their District counterparts and were understandably concerned about their partner’s fate. This was, regrettably, the perfect way to get in their heads and could even be traced back to the quell’s theme of ‘no support system.’

You hated how evilly brilliant it all was.

Although it didn’t seem like much, the paranoia didn’t take long to seep in. Was Chenle still alive? Did the boy from Twelve make it out? And most importantly; was Jungkook still out there...looking for you?

Instinctively you crawled back into your little shelter, as if just thinking about him would magically make him materialize in front of you.

You instead refocused your mind onto the number displayed just seconds before.

14 people were still alive.

Earlier, you had counted six cannons. Which means four people would’ve had to died during the cave collapse, although you didn’t spot every single corpse in favor of mourning over Taehyungs’ specifically. So all in all, ten children died today. This left a little more than half of the original tributes left.

Out of nowhere, the bleak yet bittersweet feeling spiked within you once again. It was hard to feel any good about the short lives that were ended unfairly, yet if the games kept going at this pace then the whole nightmare showed signs of being be over sooner rather than later. This thought lead into another question; how come so many died today?

Natural diasters weren’t uncommon and they were obviously simulations created by the gamemakers. They usually happened within the second half of the games though, when deaths were slowing down and the viewing experience became a little too boring for the Capitols’ taste. So how come they chose to start off with a disaster right away?

It was terrifying and worth concern for everyone, especially when considering that tributes could do nothing to combat them if the gamemakers just chose to have a volcano erupt near you or something like that. When you think about it, anyone could’ve been in Taehyung’s place. It was just a matter of being at the right place at the right time. Luck was a bigger theme than odds were. How hypocritical of them to say may the odds be in our favor when they’re the ones constantly manipulating them against us?

You sighed and tried to rest comfortably against the wall of your little cave.

You decided to just conclude that they must’ve made the cave collapse to make up for the lack of blood bath deaths. It was the only explanation that made sense. In other games with a Cornucopia and weapons, so much as 10 or 13 tributes would die trying to obtain supplies. Obviously this couldn’t have been done with no weapons to fight over and most tributes just scattering away this time. The gamemakers must’ve brainstormed other ways to up the death count and decided on collapsing part of the arena.

You just hoped that tomorrow would be more bearable than today was.

You hugged your jacket closer to your from after zipping it all the way up and buttoning it for good measure. You didn’t know much about caves, but you figured that they most likely got really cold at night.

You were weary with exhaustion, all the running and crying had drained a significant amount of energy from you. Part of you wanted to stay up all night and be on the lookout for any other tributes, but it wouldn’t be realistic nor smart to begin a cycle of sleep deprivation this early in the game. You would have to set your paranoia aside for some much needed rest.

You allowed your eyelids to fall as you tried to steady your breathing.

A few minutes passed and the ever comforting rem cycle was not too far away from you, yet your nose suddenly twitched at a foreign smell, bringing you out of the lulling state.

A gentle yet heavy scent of lavender and cinnamon overpowered your senses, startling you and causing you to open your eyes to investigate.

You couldn’t see anything due to how dark it was in your hide-out, but the aura was only growing more and more potent every passing second. Weirdly enough, your body was growing limp and relaxed although your mind was panicking and racing for some sort of explanation.

You cupped a hand over your mouth and nose, suspecting that this odd fragrance was the cause.

You hurriedly tried to crawl out of your nook, the task being difficult with just one hand available to you. But when you finally made it out, you saw what was truly occurring.

You felt like a bucket of ice was dropped onto you as you quickly caught onto what was happening.

The barren tunnel was seeping out some sort of fog-like gas. It was artificially purple and smelled sickly sweet, almost enough to make you gag. You mentally cursed the gamemakers before holding your breath and making a mad dash in the opposite direction of the gas.

It must’ve been poisonous to anyone who breathed it in. Why else would it be here?

You kept running and running, trying to ignore the burning of your lungs knowing that any breath you take will most likely be your last if you didn’t get away from the fog.

But the gas was gaining ground at an alarming rate, almost biting at the back of your ankles with how close it was.

Your eyes welled up with tears as your face grew blue due to how long you starved yourself from oxygen.

You spotted another cave a few yards away and pushed yourself to it, knowing it was your only hope of escaping. But when you entered it, you let out a frustrated scream at what was there to welcome you; more gas.

It was attacking you from every direction and you were unable to hold your breath any longer.

Your eyelids grew droopy as you fell to your knees.

Was this the end?

Black spots entered your vision, growing in size until you couldn’t see anything else.

Your body fell over and the last sound you faintly remember was the triggering of a cannon.

Part Three

“No! I can still do this! I can still do this. One more kill. It’s the only thing I know how to do. Bring pride to my district…. Not that it matters.” -Cato Porcious, fallen tribute of 74th Annual Hunger Games.

Jungkook didn’t know what to feel when he first woke up to the second day of the 100th annual Hunger Games.

First, he felt relief.

He thought for sure that the violet gas of last night had taken him out for good.

But then, he felt confusion.

It took only a few seconds for him to process these emotions, study his surroundings, then jump up to his feet in bewilderment.

In all his years of watching the games and preparing to one day play himself, he never could have anticipated this.

His jaw dropped as he slowly swiveled his head around in order to fully observe what had happened during his rest last night.

The arena….it changed.

It was hardly believable and didn’t make a lick of sense, but there was no doubt about it. The musty and dark caves no longer encased them. Instead, Jungkook and his allies were lying in the middle of an abandoned street that was surrounded by tall yet barren buildings.

It looked to be a city, or at least it was at one point.

The metropolitan area had endured lots of damage, some buildings even looked as though they have been bombed at some point. There were loose bricks and concrete debris spread everywhere; dust, dirt and shards of glass caking lots of surface. The skyline above was gray and cloudy, an odd film of brown stained the horizon in what must’ve been a pseudo pollution detail.

It was a massive dystopian city.

“What the hell?”

The groggy yet deep voice of the boy from One interrupted Jungkook’s silent awe, causing him to snap his attention back to his allies.

They were just waking up, although Chanyeol seemed to have the head start as he was already sat up and studying what had become of the underground cave system with eyes of exasperated wonder. For a moment the two were silent, waiting until Joy and Jeongyeon fully awoke and also realized the situation they were in.

“Well,” Jeongyeon stretched her arms above her head and yawned leisurely, somehow totally causal despite the giant revelation that just collectively went off in their heads. Jungkook could never tell if she was genuinely as friendly and aloof as she acted, or if she was just that good at putting on a show for the viewers. “at least now we know that the purple stuff wasn’t deadly. Probably was just used to knock us out.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and refrained from scolding her for pointing out the obvious. He routinely wondered to himself if he had the patience of a saint for putting up with District One’s peacock ways. Their thirst for screen time would’ve been laughable if it weren’t for Jungkook’s high strung nerves that made him more irritable than usual.

Luckily, Joy also saw the comment as stupid and had no trouble pointing that out. “No shit, bimbo.”

Jeongyeon frowned at this, still not used to Twos’ blunt and borderline mean nature. She turned to her counterpart in search of back up, but the tired oaf of a teen just offered her a shrug and stood up for a morning stretch of those long legs of his.

“How is this even possible?” Jungkook murmured to himself, still trying to piece together all the logistics of how the gamemakers did something as drastic as changed the arena with all the tributes unconscious.

“I don’t know man. Who are we to question their high-end shit? They probably just built all this stuff around us.” Chanyeol said, overhearing Jungkook and budding in as was his custom.

Jungkook scowled and tried his hardest to swallow down the hellish tick that crawled up the back of his neck.

Now, he never thought that the games would be a cake walk per say. Even the strongest of victors had to go through some pretty odd and seemingly unbearable circumstances to win. Jungkook just assumed that he was capable enough to put up with any shit the gamemakers tossed his way; and it shouldn’t be a lot given he played into their little game and charmed his way into the forefront of the viewers’ minds. But he guessed he could finally conclude that he underestimated just how difficult they were going to make this Quell.

It was hard enough to attempt to track you down in the series of underground caves, how the hell was Jungkook going to find you if the very arena changed every single day?

He felt his eye twitch on its’ own accord as he scanned every single building that stood proud in the doomsday skyline, knowing that there was no possible way he could search through every single one in his journey to find you.

If you were alive.

14 tributes remained but no one said you were one of them.

His face darkened.

How foolish had he been to assume that the gamemakers would just give him his love? They were going to use you like bait, reeling him in and making him jump through hoops as if he was a dog yearning for a treat. But to be fair, his pride was reduced to that of a dogs’ when it came to you.

Joy took notice of her counterpart’s gloomy mood. She licked her dry lips before commenting on it from her criss crossed position on the vacant road. “What’s your problem, loverboy? Shouldn’t you be happy we’re not dead?”

The rest of the career pack turned to their ‘leader’ who currently had his back turned towards them. It was a bold move to taunt Two’s infatuation for you by calling him such nickname, but Joy was just a bold person in general. It has yet to be said if Jungkook held a soft spot for her by allowing her passes to say such things, or if he was just waiting for the right time to bash her head in.

“Of course it’s good we’re not dead. But this twist is going to make everything so much harder.” Jungkook bluntly responded, pretending to not notice the subtle jab.

Joy snorted. “You mean it’s gonna make everything harder to find Ten.”

Jungkook’s sudden silence only made her laugh harder.

“Yeah, about that…” Chanyeol trailed off, wondering if now would be a good time to ask the unknown. “What is going on with you and the girl from Ten? Why are we looking for her?”

“She’s mine.” The reply was short and brutal on Two’s part, shutting down any further inquiries as if he believed that any elaboration would be wasted on such fools.

Joy’s snorts only got louder as she eventually rolled over, clutching her stomach in delirium.

“Like your girlfriend or something? I thought the whole thing was an act.” Jeongyeon scratched her head in confusion, how the hell would two tributes get into an exclusive relationship in the week before the games?

“Or are you trying to track her down and fuck her? I heard that the kids from Districts like that stay virgins till marriage.” Chanyeol conversed, it wasn’t totally unknown for tributes to try to get their rocks off before or even during the games. Lots of kids didn’t want to die virgins and found the solution within each other. Of course, this never blossomed into a real romance given there could be only one victor. Survival outlasted all other primal instincts.

Jungkook suddenly found himself wondering if it was too late to become a lone wolf in this game. District One was proving to be as dumb as ever and his own counterpart wasn’t helping matters in the slightest.

The brute of a teen opened his mouth to spit out a retort, but quickly closed it when he realized he didn’t even know what to say.

The thing was; Jungkook didn’t feel the need to explain shit to anyone. It wasn’t for them to understand. Hell, even if he tried there was no possible way he could properly describe it... much less get them to understand.

“Everyone shut up! We need to get moving. There’s still nine other tributes out there that we have to kill.” Jungkook ordered, smirking in slight satisfaction when they all immediately stood up and got ready at the metaphorical snap of his fingers.

The next two hours of the day consisted of the pack roaming the ruined streets of the city, silent and on high alert for any other tributes unlucky enough to come across the blood thirsty four. The only sounds to be heard was the light ‘crunch’ of the debris under their combat boots that resulted with every step they took. What also followed them was an odd chemical smell that appeared to loom in every crevice of the city; a burning rubber scent that caused a scrunch of ones’ nose. Jeongyeon voiced her concern for it being radioactive, but the three just shrugged, it’s not like they could do anything about it even if they wanted to.

As the morning faded away to be replaced with the afternoon, it became barringly obvious that all other weaker tributes would be spared given the careers had yet to spot a single soul. This lack of action mixed in with hunger and thirst spiked tensions. Soon enough Joy halted her steps in favor of plopping down on what looked to be a curb, pouting up up at Jungkook in bratty refusal to move any further.

The pack halted and set their gaze on her.

Two pairs of eyes peered confused, while the last pair glared ruthlessly.

“The games is more than just killing other people, Kook. We need to survive too. If we don’t find food or water soon, we won’t even be able to overpower others.” Joy complained loudly, rubbing her sore ankles as if to prove her point.

Jungkook let out a low growl under his breath, wiping the sweat away from his forehead while trying to remind himself that he was on camera at all times.

‘Don’t blow up, don’t blow up, don’t blow up’

“Joy might be onto something. God only knows what arena we’ll wake up in tomorrow. The only food we could get from the caves were insects and algae, we should search through these buildings for any scraps.” Chanyeol attempted to be the voice of reason, without a doubt catching on to the fight that loomed in the near future if Joy and Jungkook didn’t get on the same page quickly.

“I need to find her.” This was said through gritted teeth, Jungkook’s patience being worn too thin to play the amicable act any longer.

“Why must everyone suffer for the sake of your obsession?!” Joy scoffed, irritated that some mute country girl from Ten was being placed as priority one over her well-being.

Jungkook felt his brow tick. The familiar burning itch of a fury only infatuated men could understand graced his sensations once again. The fact that your importance was being questioned was almost blasphemous to Jungkook. Were they blind? Of course the first objective had to be you, everyone else was just mere distractions getting in the way of his goal. He was the big dog in this game, the undeniable winner and if his fellow “allies” knew what was good for them then they’d play along to his plan.

“Joy, get up.” Jungkook licked his lips before continuing in a bleak voice; “I won’t ask again.”

Joy rolled her raven eyes and stood up, taking one step forward towards the pseudo leader with a snarl-like expression twisting up the usually pretty features of her face. “Like hell I’ll follow you! If you’re willing to place some random girl over your allies then maybe we need a new change in leadership.”

Jungkook could practically feel the unseen cameras zoom in on the scene. The viewers most likely gasping in shock or clutching their pearls with excitement at the power dynamic impasse that the most powerful alliance in the game was facing.

It was silent for a moment, Jungkook boring his ruthless eyes into hers as if to give her a second chance to step down in submission.

But she never did.

Instead she looked at the pair from One, whom for once looked rather uncomfortable, and called out in a smug grin; “I’m sure you guys are thinking it too. Is it irrational for me to question the head of our pack when he values a random girl over our lives?”

Neither Chanyeol nor Jeogyeon answered, instead they both avoided eye contact.

Jungkook let out a humorless chuckle at her failure to sway a rally against him.

Now, it was his turn.

“Joy I’ve been nothing but lenient with you because we’re from the same District and two heads are better than one. But if I have to strangle that pretty little neck of yours until your face is blue and that cannon goes off, then I will.” Jungkook’s voice was emotionless and barren, as if he was simply reciting lines and not truly expressing his inner most thoughts. The only reaction to be seen from him was the slight smirk he had when he witnessed Joy’s proud expression drop into a look of doom.

He continued, “In fact, I don’t owe anyone here anything. If I truly wanted to I could kill all three of you and not even feel a lick of remorse. I could rid myself of liabilities and dead weight to further myself in the game. This alliance is hindering my full potential. It is me who shows you mercy, keep that in mind with every waking second of your life in this game.”

Joy took a step back whilst Jungkook took one forward.

“You all saw what I did to Four. I’m not above killing other careers if they get in my way.”

“Kook-”

Jungkook raised his hand and silenced her with a harsh backhand to the face. The speed of the action was so quick that the only way Chanyeol and Jeogyeon even realized what had happened was the echoing sound of the hit and the response of Joy cradling the left side of her now redden face.

Jungkook wasn’t finished either.

In fact, he seemed all too proud to make an example out of his very own district mate.

He snatched her hair and dragged her to the ground, forcing her into a crouched position as he lifted his knee to jut her in the stomach.

She let out a tortured scream at the pain, looking at her other allies for aid only to cry at the realization that she was alone to face his wrath.

She stared up at the monster of a man, pleading to spot some remains of mercy expected of rational humans.

But his orbs were empty of any emotion other than pure hatred.

Jungkook raised a clenched fist once again as Joy screamed.

Part Four

"You know, they're not the only ones who can form alliances" - Victor Katniss Everdeen to Rue Culler in 74th Annual Hunger Games.

It was the third day of the games.

You awoke to a feeling of sticky humidity clinging onto your skin. It was only when you managed to tear your swollen eyes open and sit your weakened body up did you finally discover what hell awaited you that day.

It was a jungle, an awful hot and loud one that was crawling with various types of animals far beyond your understanding. This was evident in the different sounds you heard echo amongst the trees and bushes; monkeys, birds, frogs and god knows what else. All the plants around you were vibrant and bursting with colors, practically stunning your tired retinas with the intensity of the shades.

Perhaps if you felt better you would’ve taken a moment to observe the strange and foreign land that you’d never get to experience again, but the third day was already proving to be the biggest hurdle to overcome.

The lack of food and water was finally taking its’ toll on your body.

Your stomach was persistently growling and your lips were so cracked and dried that you’d routinely have to lick off blood from them. Your esophagus burned due to the scratchy lack of moisture while your cranium pounded ruthlessly. Even as you got up to stand, you managed to stagger as if half of your strength had magically depleted overnight.

If you didn’t find food or water soon then you were as good as dead.

As you took off your wind breaker to tie it around your waist in attempt to adapt to the sudden climate change, you began to ponder possible ways to obtain food and water. Luckily this new arena was filled to the brim with animals that you could hunt and consume. Although eating possible insects or exotic pests wasn’t exactly something you’d be proud to do, it was all in the name of survival.

However you decided that water was the more vital need. You were already pushing the envelope for dehydration, the expected time without it was three days. If you had to, you could last a few more days without food.

Jungles meant waterfalls, right?

Or at least rain?

You wiped your forehead and heaved a deep breath in preparation for another day that could be your last.

Although it wasn’t the best strategy, you had no choice but to wander seamlessly without any direction. What else could you do when the arena changes every 24 hours? Any knowledge you could retain about your surroundings would prove to be useless come the following day. Thus you set off into the tree line, hoping to come across some sort of clean water source.

Out of the three natural settings you had been put into, this jungle was quickly becoming your least favorite. The very air was heavy with the worst type of heat; a sticky and itchy one that delved into your very pores. Bugs were constant and slowed you down, they swarmed you as if your blood was a siren and continuously bit at an open surface of your skin. There also wasn’t any clear pathways to follow, you had to fight your way through all the greenery. You just hoped that none of the plants you brushed past were poisonous.

If you had to guess, you would estimate that it had been 15 minutes into your aimless journey when something rather unusual happened.

You heard a rustle occur from a few feet away from you, a slight one that shook some leaves from a bush nearby.

Normally, this would be cause for concern in an arena. Yet this jungle was so noisy and bristling with movement that it was hardly noticeable at first. Hell, it was practically more alive than you were at this moment.

Your logic was that it was most likely an animal of some kind instead of another tribute. Nonetheless you stilled and held your breath, anticipating a sudden appearance. You hardly bit back the urge to run as fast as you could in the opposite direction, but if it was indeed an animal then that action would only trigger a violent reaction against you or even a brutal hunt.

You fought against the instinct and waited while counting the passing seconds. ‘One, two, three, four-’

A boisterous yell broke from deep within the chest of an unseen attacker.

In a blurry spasm of movement, you caught sight of a tall yet slender female form burst from the greenery in an insane jump to get to you.

You barely had time to leap backwards, and even then it was far too late. The strange girl managed to land on top of your legs, successfully pinning you down to the jungle floor as you helplessly wiggled and tried to get a clear view of her face.

Her long brown hair managed to block most of it, but by the little glimpses you struggled to get you could see that she was extremely pretty. Her face was slender yet round with well-defined features and near flawless skin. Her body was sturdy as she had no trouble keeping you down, even letting out a casual huff as she pushed against your shoulders to keep you in place (as if you were more of a slight bother than a real hassle) when you attempted to sit up and swing.

You wanted nothing more than to give her a good hit before booking it and never looking back, but the odds were insurmountable. It didn’t take long before you deduced that she must’ve been fairing far well compared to you. While your energy had been burned down to simmering ashes as hunger and thirst consumed you, this nameless tribute seemed all too healthy and willingly aggressive.

Her hands against you shoulder slowly crept up to your neck, slowly curling around the base and pressing her sharp nails into the skin.

You let out a strangled cry, your dry throat not being able to manage a full out scream.

“Wait a minute.” Her husky voice rasped before she took one hand to brush her hair back, allowing the sun to capture her now bare face.

Your breath caught in your throat and suddenly your struggles became more frantic.

It was the girl from Seven.

While not a career by any means, she still proved herself a worthy competitor with a high personal score. And by the way she was glowering above you, it was obvious that she was not afraid to kill to get ahead.

“Aren’t you the girl that Two is in love with?” She questioned with an indescribable look upon her face.

You stilled.

There are moments in every game where you can directly affect your fate in a very drastic manner. Camouflaged in her simple question was a bigger dilemma that could either make or break you. The issue was that you didn’t know which one it will be. Either you can agree that 2 was indeed in love with you and maybe even give a little white lie about him being your ally. That had a high probability of scaring her, as who in their right mind would want to mess with him, and by extension you? However it could be argued that it was also a double edged sword. Perhaps she was just as ambitious as the careers, if not more so, and would have no problem poking the bear that is Jungkook via killing you. Maybe she would even enjoy it more knowing that she involved herself into the ‘star-crossed lovers’ story line and put an end to it all, stealing attention from you to her.

Your eyes furiously swept side to side in attempt to get a better view of your surroundings.

All chances of escaping were futile.

If you disagreed, her plans to hurt you wouldn’t change and she’d carry on with her murdering of you. But if you went along with it, there was an almost sure guarantee that she’d have a reaction. That reaction could be good or bad, but it was the only chance you had. It was scary to flip a coin on your chances of survival, but what other options did you have?

“Yes, w-we’re together.” You stuttered out, hoping that she took your awkward tone as a result o her practically smothering your windpipe and not you lying through your teeth.

Her brow raised at that, her stern expression uplifting for a brief moment to form an over-exaggerated look of confusion and concern.

“Where is your boy toy then? Pretty stupid of him to let you wander on your own.”

“He’s nearby.” you fibbed, faking confidence and glaring up at her as if she just signed her death wish.

Jennie let out a giggle, a sound that would be somewhat cute if the circumstances were any different than her about to commit murder. “Let’s say I believe you. Do you think he’d get back in time to save you and capture me?”

You hated to falter, but she did have a point.

If she was smart, she’d take her chance now to get rid of you because god only knows when she’d come across you again. And clearly she had the advantage, you had no ability to fight back. Even if Jungkook was close (which he wasn’t), she’d still have ample time to end you and run far into the jungle before another tribute could even stumble across the unfortunate scene.

Tears welled up and blurred your vision.

You were going to die.

The end of your simple, short but honest life was going to occur in the middle of some artificial habitat, via a bloodthirsty stranger making a show out of your demise in which your friends and family from home would be forced to watch along with the rest of the nation. May your corpse be one of many examples the capitol shall use for warning against any possible rebellion.

You lasted three days, a pathetic 72 hours would be the wrap up of your entire existence. In some weird twist of desperation you thought about how you could’ve played this game differently. Would you have survived if you teamed up with Two and the rest of the careers? If you tried harder to ally yourself with your District mate? Or if you decided to chase after the kid from Twelve and form a team?

But while those different paths were clouded in unseen potential, they were void of anything tangible much less useful given your current circumstance.

You fell limp and gazed up at her hallowly, managing to catch a glimpse of your crying expression in the reflection of her dark orbs.

She stared back at you; a mutual understanding of what was to come.

Gone was the show or theatrics, now all that had left to be done was the actual act itself of killing you.

She the predator, you the prey.

“Any last wor-”

A blurry and hurried movement cut her off, it was so sudden and unexpected that all you were able to process was that 7 was now off of you. Instead of gazing up at her, your line of sigh was now met with the blue sky and branches of the taller trees.

You blinked slowly in bewilderment.

Seven was seemingly knocked off of you...but how?

Strangled yelps and more wrestling movement occurred somewhere beside you, the vibration and intensity of it causing the ground underneath you to quiver, but due to your state of shock you weren’t focusing on it at all. You were slowly gaining your senses back, you body taking it’s time to adjust to the new ability to breathe freely all the while adapting to the sudden postponement of your death.

You sat up, ignoring the pounding ache that your cranium responded with, and twisted your head to the side in order to behold what became of your killer.

You let out a bleak and disbelieving chuckle at the scene that greeted you.

The hunter became the prey.

In some ironic twist of fate, Seven was now pinned under another tribute. By the throat to be exact, an almost perfect replica of the position you were in just seconds ago.

Seven was spluttering out, trying her best to yell or at least make some type of noise, but all attempts to do so were futile.

She stood no chance against the girl on top of her.

Said girl had inky black hair that was strictly fastened into a high ponytail, her skin was fair and glistening with what must’ve been sweat and her body was lengthy and muscular; making the act of strangling Seven look like a walk in the park.

It was odd to feel sympathy for the girl who almost just killed you, but watching Seven’s face turn red and eventually blue as she silently screamed was heartbreaking enough to almost make you want to push the mystery girl off of her.

Almost. But not quite enough.

It took some time to strangle someone, so by that logic you should have enough time to get up and run. This would’ve been a flawless plan if it weren’t for the fact that your legs were numb due to all the time you had Seven on top of you, and thus essentially rendered useless.

The absolute most you could achieve was some pathetic army-crawl, and obviously that was not going to get you far enough.

But could it be argued that if this unknown girl truly wanted you dead then she would’ve let Seven had her way with you before offing Seven herself?

That line of thought was your only chance of getting out of here alive.

The struggles of Seven eventually subsided, her eyes glazing over unfocused before closing entirely. Her body went limp as if she suddenly fainted, but the truth was she finally succumbed to the lack of oxygen and died.

The sound of a cannon shot through the jungle.

You watched as the girl slowly got off of Seven, heaving a huff and rubbing her hands together as if exhausted from the strenuous activity of literally wringing the life out of someone.

You lips began to move on their own accord, both pleads and questions racing to get out first.

She turned to face you.

Your jaw dropped.

Technically you weren’t lying at all to Seven.

Two was indeed close by, but it wasn’t Jungkook.

It was Joy.

Her porcelain face was marred with blue and purple bruises, the color so contrasting to her otherwise flawless skin tone that you couldn’t help the inaudible gasp that escaped your lips.

Who did that to her?

She scoffed down at you, unimpressed with your spineless yet shocked state.

“Calm down, I’m not gonna hurt you idiot. Why would I save your sorry ass if that was the case?”

“What do you want then?” You attempted to bark back, trying to keep some sense of pride in this obvious imbalance of power.

“Allies.” She shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing.

“And why would I team up with you?”

She glanced at the fresh corpse behind her before looking back at you, staring at you meaningfully as she said; “Because I’m the only one who knows the truth about you and Jungkook and probably your only chance of fighting back.”

^^^ me pretending to not see the 100+ people glaring at me for taking literally months to update. Anyway, I’m sorry Jungkook isn’t in this part that much but this will be the last part before Y/n’s and Jk’s game fully intertwine. I planned a really big plot twist to end on but I think I’m just gonna save that for it’s own chapter bc I think I’d need like 10k to do that twist justice. I think part one was better but like...oh well. Please comment, reblog and send asks in, all that good stuff. I miss writer/reader interaction, bro. Also, the reason the scene descriptions of the arenas are short is bc I originally had plugged in photos of the habitats but the links weren’t working on tumblr. I can repost them if anyone’s interested.

EXTRA INFO; For those of you who were with me since part one, I did a beta reader thingy for chapter two and I’d really like to do that again for chapter three. Last time I gave out a quiz and the winners got the chance to read the first 5k and eventually have 24 hour access before it was posted publicly. This time, I want more in-depth analysis. So if you wanna be a beta reader for chapter three, please reblog this with an analysis of your own about the story and my writing. At the end put something like (BR) so I know you are trying out for a beta reader position. I think I’ll chose around 8-10 people. And I will reach out to those people when I have them picked out.

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shra-vasti · 4 years

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Hello

Pairing : Kim Mingyu x reader

Type : Soulmate au, idol au

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : none

Word count : 3-4k approx

Soulmate au type : In which the soulmates have spirit animals who guide them towards each other and the spirit animals themselves are each other's soulmates too.

Mingyu is someone who has always set himself as his priority, there was a time when he was insecure about himself but he has learned to not let his insecurities take a toll on him. He worked hard to be the Mingyu he is today and he's thankful that his members were by his side through everything.

He has a reputation in the kpop community, he's outgoing and is very friendly in nature which helps him in having many connections to expand himself and his group further into success. It's his way of making himself useful for his group and not feel pressured that the group's responsibility lay only in the hands of leaders.

With that said, even if he tried his hard he gets tired, there are still the times when he feels insecure and useless but asking members to always cheer him up would just make him look like he's trying way too hard so he never asked their help.

He instead opt for going out with different girls, he enjoys people being wrapped around his fingers, it gives him satisfaction. He doesn't date seriously he wants to save his love for the one fate has tied him to. But he doesn't like being lonely. He never stay with the same girl for long and doesn't keep them blinded just so they don't potentially hurt themselves. He is very clear about his intentions and avoids all sort of feelings involved.

The members don't approve of his behaviour especially the 3 oldest ones. Seungcheol doesn't want him to go wrong way, Jeonghan wants him to maintain his image for the sake of his soulmate's feelings as he knows how it feels to hurt your own soulmate and potentially wither the bond and Joshua has been in the very unfortunate situation where he had recklessly fallen in love with someone else and ended up hurting himself and his soulmate and he doesn't want the younger to go through the same.

But Mingyu isn't getting emotionally involved with anyone, he likes hooking up with them and hang out casually nothing more serious, he just wants to be his best version for his soulmate.

"Where are you going?" Mingyu turn his head towards the voice to see Jeonghan leaned on his doorframe eyeing him with a questioning gaze. Mingyu turned his attention back towards the mirror taking one last look at his outfit and spraying some perfurme on his neck and wrist ready to go.

"Date." he replied simply looking into the elder's eyes through the mirror.

"What about coco? Has it shown itself lately?" Jeonghan asked raising his eyebrows talking about Mingyu's spirit animal, a puppy, who summons itself whenever it can feel his soulmate's presence and try to lead Mingyu towards his soulmate.

"Nope." Mingyu shrugs disappointment laced in his voice but bears a nonchalant look on his face. There hasn't been much time since he got his soulmark and coco has shown itself not more than once or twice from then till now. For Mingyu the occurrence of Coco is his one in a million chance and he had witness himself passing out the first time it showed up ultimately leading the members to take him to the hospital and him losing his chance to meet you. The situation itself was funny and pathetic enough and he beats himself regularly for being such a dramatic guy.

"I hope you meet your soulmate before you meet up with your fling though. I don't understand how you even get them to agree with your stupid deal." Jeonghan exclaimed as he turn around and made his way towards his own room which was located right beside Mingyu's. There wasn't a point in trying to explain the cons of the situation Mingyu was putting himself into, he had done it countless of time.

Mingyu shook his head still processing Jeonghan's words as he grabbed his jacket since it was cold outside and phone and left the dorm to meet up with his date.

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You stood up from your reception seat to greet your senior who was promoted recently to a higher position. He was the one who handled the reception before you did. You were the intern in the pledis building working on the reception area by the main entrance as a part of your internship program held by your college.

"How's the work going? Are you comfortable?" he asked trying to have a small talk. It hasn't been much time since you started and you were still getting a hang of things. You nodded at him.

"I'm still trying to get used to being busy all the time." he laughed at your response telling you about the time when he was new in the building and how much struggle he went through as well as complimenting you for doing way better than he did at his time.

You haven't met any idols here yet not all atleast. You have seen few members of nuest and bumzu and other than them majority of your time you had just met the trainees who were working hard to reach their goals. You hadn't met Seventeen yet, although the group is the most active group pledis ever produced, because they had a world tour when you joined in and then they moved to bighit building all together.

You finished up your remaining work without a break after your senior left, determined to finish all the work tonight itself so that you can get a day off of finishing the work and focus on other aspects of your internship and relaxing.

You looked at the watch as you kept your last file inside your drawer, cracking your knuckles and moving your head up and down to ease the numbness built up due to constant sitting. It was past midnight as you blamed yourself for not keeping a track of the time. Walking alone at night wasn't a good idea, you could have just finished the rest of the work at home. It was going to be your first time going home this late so you were a bit worried.

You packed your stuff and got your coat as you made your way out of the building. You head towards the main gate when a car pulled up in front of you, the windows rolled down as you saw your senior get out of his car surprised to still see you in the building.

"What are you doing up this late?" he asked as he stood in front of you hands clad inside his pockets as he waited for your answer.

"Lost track of time while trying to finish off the work. I'm heading off to my house now so I guess I'll see you around." you bowed as you continued to walk when he stopped you.

"It's midnight and I don't think it will be good for you to go home alone. Let me drop you otherwise it will keep on bugging me that I left you all by yourself. I'm your senior I am just looking out for your safety." he suggested, you contemplated for sometime but gave up when you realized he was right and being with someone atleast a bit familiar to you was better than being anxious while going home.

You made your way towards the passenger seat and he drove off. You gave him the address of your apartment complex as you relaxed on the seat.

"I had some things to discuss with you about working at the reception." he said, his eyes still trained towards the road ahead. You looked in his direction.

"What about it?" you asked as you played with your fingers.

"Wanna talk about it while having a drink? I bought this new wine and wanted to drink and this is the perfect opportunity to do it in the name of you successfully getting the internship program and me welcoming you to the building." he said as he nonchalantly eyed you before once again bringing his attention towards the road.

"It's totally fine, I'll just head home as I'm really tired." you politely declined his offer when you felt him narrowing his eyes at you.

"The drinking isn't the main reason just so you know. I said I wanted to discuss somethings with you and also give you some files essential to carry out the task more easily." he said matter of factly his tone a bit off in offense. "Are you thinking I'm going to take advantage of you or something?"

"No no it's not like that." you mumbled frantically waving your hands in the air as you tried to come up with a better reason. "I'll go with you." you sighed as you turned your head to look out of the window cursing at yourself for bringing yourself to this situation. The drive was quiet of a while before he spoke again.

"You look more beautiful with your hair like this. Not that you don't look good always but you look exceptionally good today. Just wanted to compliment you and nothing else."

You heartbeat quickened as you mumbled a quite thanks trying to avoid any sort of conversation with him. You were going to talk to him about the work, take files from him and head towards home straight.

Your eyes narrowed in confusion when the car stopped in front of a big mansion. The name plate in the main gate gave you that it's your seniors house. Why would he bring you to his house?

"To clear your confusion I have the files in my house so let's get them." he said as he made his way towards his door and opened it motioning you to come inside as he did too. You made your way towards his door and decided you would just stand there till he bring the files and leave.

"You aren't coming in?" he asked as he realized you weren't following him. You shook your head telling him to just give you the file and leave.

"At least have a drink with me now that you have came this far." he said getting impatient by the fact that you didn't seem to gave in to what he had to say.

"No sir I would like to kindly reject the offer." you said as your breath hitched when he angrily stomped towards you.

"You know I'm capable of making your life miserable at the building right?" he mocked as he looked towards you laughing. "You haven't hit the rock bottom till now right? You should just give into me, your internship will run more smoothly if you would do so."

"I'm a college student ofcourse I'm already at my rock bottom what's the worse that can happen? I've my pride and I would like to decline your offer I can manage my life myself." you said as you bowed him one last time before making your way out of his door.

"Then go ahead. Do what you want and just go to your home by yourself I'm not dropping you off I'll see how you manage to go home now, my house is in completely opposite direction of yours." he said as he shut the door on your face harshly.

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Mingyu fixed his shirt's button as he made his way out of the house of the girl he was on date with. He put on a mask and his jacket, too much disguise bring more suspicion so he preferred to not disguise too much.

He got inside his car as he started driving towards the seventeen dorm. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he lightly hummed to himself. He hung out with her and made out not feeling in his system to hookup with someone for a quite while, he decided he would just head to the dorm as it was 3 in the morning.

It had started to rain lightly making Mingyu check the weather forecast, it was winter season and very unlikely to rain, he shrugged he was in his car so it wasn't much of a hassle. The unlikely occurrence of the rain wasn't much shocking as compared to the shock he got when Coco, his spirit animal summon itself and started pacing furiously on the dashboard of his car making Mingyu stop his car in an instant.

"Are they near?" Mingyu asked as he began opening his car door. Coco nodded his head, completely understanding what he was saying. "Lets go."

Mingyu's heart was beating fast as he locked his car door cursing at coco for not stopping for him as it was already running towards the direction where it could feel its soulmate's presence. Mingyu's one hand was above his head, an unsuccessful and useless attempt at keeping himself dry from the rain.

He kept on running and running till he stopped, watching as Coco was straddling another small spirit animal, puppy, which he assumed was of his soulmate. They looked happy but where were you?

He looked here and there to see a silhouette near the bus stand watching the two puppies playing around. No one other than the owners could see them. He smiled as he saw your expressions change in realization, a shock clearly evident on your form as you finally locked eyes with him.

He made his way towards you while his hands came up and he waved his hands towards you, smiling up at bit. You got up from your seat, all drenched in rain feeling cold but happy at the same time as you took small steps towards your soulmate.

Your feelings were overwhelming you at this point. The earlier event and then suddenly meeting your soulmate together was too much for you. You were all alone with no buses at such time making you wait for the earliest bus possible for returning back home. You had been sitting on this bus stop for 3 hours straight with no one else and it started raining.

The sight of Mingyu was enough for you though. He came near you speeding towards you when he noticed your drenched form and your scared face. He hugged you the moment he came close enough not bothering to even introduce himself as you hugged him back and finally started crying holding onto him tightly.

He was confused as to what has happened for you to react this way, it was sure that it wasn't his fault considering how tight you were holding onto him. He patted your back with one hand as the other run through your hair softly as he mumbled in your ear that you were safe with him and that you can let it all out. He figured it has stopped raining as your cries subsidised too.

"I'm sorry." you sniffed feeling embarrassed that your soulmate had to meet you this way when you haven't even property glanced at him. You pull away after that wiping the tears from your face as you pulled your head up to look at him.

"No worries. I'm here for you from now on."

"Mingyu?" your eyes widened at the sight of the idol in front of you. You had heard and saw a lot about Seventeen and you never once even thought that the visual of Seventeen was also your soulmate.

"You know me?" his eyes widened as you nodded your head.

"Hello." he awkwardly said making you laugh loudly. "Are you perhaps a carat?"

"No but I do like your music and you are very popular so I know." you told him as you felt yourself getting flustered the more you look in his direction. You didn't know if it was the bond or he was actually that attractive but you know that he already had some sort of effect on you. He was more beautiful than tje pictures you have seen from the magazines and subways.

You attention shifted towards the puppies who were now beside you as they faced each other with their tail wagging furiously.

"What's its name?" you asked eyeing the unfamiliar puppy playing with your spirit animal. Both of them looked so happy with finding each other. You suddenly felt sorry for not paying attention to your spirit animal as you were focused more on yourself to even notice the fact that the creature only summons itself when your soulmate is near.

"Coco. What about yours?" he asked as he felt amused as to he wasn't the only one who named their spirit animal. He felt like he was weird for naming it but not now.

"Chips." you said as you duck your head down in embarrassment. The first time your spirit animal showed up was when you were out for buying chips and hence the name.

He raised his eyebrows at your answer then laughing slightly. "So they together become Coco-chips then?"

"Oh god they do." you laughed alone with him watching as the two puppies played with each other.

"Let me drop you home you'll get sick if you keep on wearing those clothes." he said as he intertwined your hand with his and dragged you back towards where his car was. Both of you were silent all through the time when you were going towards his car and making your way towards your house. The only words shared between both of you being your name and address.

He didn't ask you anything about how you ended up so far away from your home at this time of the night and you were more than thankful to him for giving you your time. He kept on holding your hands and draw meaningless pattern on them with his thumb.

"Here." you welcomed him inside your house as both of you reach your apartment. He nodded at you as he took off his blazer and put in on the table. He was not drenched in rain as he wasn't out in the rain unlike you so he made himself comfortable on your couch as you excused yourself to get changed.

"Do you want some coffee?" you asked as you made your way towards him after you change. He shook his head and motioned you to join him. You sat on the couch as you contemplated on what to say.

"Are you alright now?" he asked concern laced across his face as he spoke to you. You nodded your head smiling at him.

"Mind telling me about it? Only if you are comfortable though."

"I was returning from pledis building to home when my senior asked if he could drop me. It was already midnight...." and you went on and on telling him about each and everything that happened till the time he found you.

At this point he was by your side, his arms around you as he swayed you back and forth as you let all the frustration out.

"You don't have any schedule tomorrow?" you asked after sometime.

"I do have but not untill later. So I get to spend some time with my soulmate." he grinned at you making you blush.

"I'll protect you from now on. You don't have to worry about him I'll make sure he is out of the building tomorrow so you don't have to face his shitty attitude. I don't know if it's too early but I will do anything for you to not get hurt." he smiled as he kissed your forehead telling you to just go to sleep after the hectic night.

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"You, these kinds of feelings I hope I’m not the only one who has them. You, more than mine I'm curious about your feelings. You, from now on I want our days to be each other’s days, me and you."

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